Viverettes' Auto

[Verse] Down at Viverettes' Auto, where the wrenches fly, Crazy Gary's always walking, never had a ride. Curt with his wild hair, like a tumbleweed in the wind, He's got stories to tell, but they never seem to end. [Verse 2] Chris is the golden child, always gets it right, Fixes up an engine like he’s battling through the night. And Jeff, you leave alone, quiet and strong as stone, He’s the one you call when there's trouble on the phone. [Chorus] At Viverettes' Auto, where the heroes of the day, Turn rust into gold and take your troubles away. It's a small town shop, with personalities grand, Every bolt and nut tightened by a steady hand. [Verse 3] Gary dreams of driving down an open road, But till then he’ll fix your flat with precision sowed. Curt’s hair is crazy, like a bird’s nest high, But his laughter echoes, lifting spirits to the sky. [Chorus] At Viverettes' Auto, where the heroes of the day, Turn rust into gold and take your troubles away. It's a small town shop, with personalities grand, Every bolt and nut tightened by a steady hand. [Verse 4] Chris, the golden child, in his coverall suit, Got the Midas touch, and a hand so resolute. And Jeff, in the corner, a man of few words, Knows his way around a carburetor, as sure as the birds.