-(traditional, arranged by doubtingthomas5)
"If it's not one thing, its surely another"-Us*
Kiki and Boots were shuttling Bear neath the high crescent moon that the Angels hung with care
Twas a friday afternoon and the lot boss had left early and the service trucks were tired just as kiki's hair was curly
They came upon an inop with its tires off the rim and were told to make it crank before the daylight grew too dim
Staring at the wreckage of this faded yellow cruiser they could see the vacant seat where once sat an ancient looser
Boots lit up a Newport Kiki acted daft the 808s were blaring as Bear sat back and laughed
The seat cushions were tattered and the hood release was missing and from whence the radio once played there came a gentle hissing
It seemed a futile mission to try to undertake so one could turn a profit on the model of this make
But work is thus and work is this no query should remain when livelihood is on the line its interests shall you feign
Boots got out her radio and called for jumps and air to try to mend the maladies that left them stranded there
Ricky in the service truck came driving down the ramp searching for the spot where Boots and Kiki had made camp
The sweat hung on his forehead like dew drops on a leaf and his matted hair adorned his head like holly on a wreath
His service truck was tinted with the dust of many seasons and the color of his beard contained the rust of many reasons
"All right" said Rick "I'm here now what seems to be the story?" KIki beckoned toward the car and all its tragic glory
"I see I see" said Ricky with a Pall Mall in his teeth he rolled his sleeve up to his smile and poked around beneath
"It seems the hood is broken" Kiki almost lost her shit "that's why we called you down here!" she cried aloud with grit
"Well I'll do the best I can" said Ricky with a shrug as he searched around his back bed with the patience of a slug
Boot's blue horizon was fermenting in her gaze the sunlight fell upon the night approaching in a haze
Rick emerged from out the truck and brandished such a tool that one would scarcely recognize unless one were a fool
He jousted and he pried pausing only to make curses as the angels turned aside in the different universes
Finally the deed was done the hood came bursting forth the quartet gathered round to look inside the greasy swarth
What was seen was heard and what was heard was seen what was taught was phelt and what was dull was keen*
As the dust began to settle and the wind began to pout it became at once quite clear that the parts were taken out
"Ain't that some shit" said Boots "the battery ain't here" the thought of working late began to ruminate quite clear
"Not a problem" Ricky said "I've jumped a lot with less if you give me just a minute I'm sure I'll fix this mess"
Rick took out his cables and hooked one to the frame "now I just need a decent ground to make this current tame "
He looked and looked but could not find a spot to hook the clamp the K9 boys were going home and driving up the ramp
It was then that he remembered that he'd had some silver filled in his four remaining teeth where the dentist man had drilled
He plunged the clamp below his pride and gave a thumbs up sign as Kiki turned the key inside the belly of the swine
Alas! the engine rumbled and the fender nashed its fangs a look of warm relief came from under Kiki's bangs
Boots lit up a Newport Kiki acted proud the 808s were blaring as Bear was snoring loud
"All right all right will that be all?" said Ricky with a grin "I had 4 calls ahead of you till you came calling in"
"Thank you Rick" said Bootsy as he got back in his truck "Okay" said Rick "I'll see you soon until then well good luck"
As the cloud of dirt behind his truck dropped from out of sight Kiki grasped the wheel and tried to shift to drive with all her might
She shifted to and fro as her eyes were filled with doubt Boots leaned in and yelled at her "the fuckin tranny's out!"*