Bike Shop Blues

[Verse] He’s got a taste for rust and chrome, The junkyard is his home, He finds the bikes with storied pasts, Rides ‘em fast, but they don’t last. [Verse 2] He strolls into the motor mart, A glint of mischief in his heart, A busted engine, a ripped-up seat, He sees beauty in the incomplete. [Chorus] He’s a wild rider on a twisted spree, Fixes ‘em up just to set ‘em free, Middle of nowhere, one more crack, But oh, he loves to hitch a ride back. [Verse 3] Each morning greets a fresh new quest, He hunts the wrecks that failed the test, With wrenches, dreams, and grease-stained hands, He brings ‘em back from desert sands. [Bridge] Some call him crazy, some call him bold, His love for broken bikes never gets old, A trail of breakdowns, he leaves behind, But to him, each one’s a treasured find. [Chorus] He’s a wild rider on a twisted spree, Fixes ‘em up just to set ‘em free, Middle of nowhere, one more crack, But oh, he loves to hitch a ride back.