Ian's Land Rover Lament: A Mechanic's Misadventure

**Ian from Hughes Marine** _(Verse 1)_ There's a bloke named Ian from Hughes Marine, Best damn mechanic that you’ve ever seen, But there’s one thing that’s a running joke, His Land Rover’s always puffin’ smoke. _(Chorus)_ Oh Ian, you fix Volvos just right, But your Land Rover’s a sorry sight, On the hoist in the shop, day and night, Must be cursed, that bloody ride. _(Verse 2)_ He loves a beer and a good ol' port, But his Land Rover’s always falling short, You’d think the hoist was its second home, Always up there, like a broken gnome. _(Chorus)_ Oh Ian, you fix Volvos just right, But your Land Rover’s a sorry sight, On the hoist in the shop, day and night, Must be cursed, that bloody ride. _(Verse 3)_ Ian’s the man when it comes to gear, Volvo Penta’s without a fear, But when it comes to his own damn truck, It's a pile of parts and a heap of luck. _(Chorus)_ Oh Ian, you fix Volvos just right, But your Land Rover’s a sorry sight, On the hoist in the shop, day and night, Must be cursed, that bloody ride. _(Bridge)_ He’s got skills that’ll make you weep, But his Land Rover’s junk, just a heap, Maybe one day it’ll run just fine, But until then, it’s a punchline. _(Verse 4)_ Out in the bush, he loves to roam, But it’s always a call to tow it home, “Come on, Ian, get a proper ride,” But he’s loyal to that Rover by his side. _(Chorus)_ Oh Ian, you fix Volvos just right, But your Land Rover’s a sorry sight, On the hoist in the shop, day and night, Must be cursed, that bloody ride. _(Outro)_ So raise a glass to Ian, he’s our mate, With a Land Rover that’s always late, He’s the best mechanic you’ll ever see, But his own ride’s a comedy.