The Wrench
There was once a bolt in love
With a wrench hung up above
She would whisper every night
How I wish that you could hold me tight
But the wrench was such a dolt
And he told that sweet young bolt
I hang out with my own tool set
But I'll take you for a spin, don't fret
Oh, you boastful, selfish tool!
Goodness! I've been such a fool!
You give off an awful stench
If you ask me, you're just a monkey wrench
Writer/s: Michelle Campagne, Succesion Lionel Daunais
