Oil Change - Dan Potthast

This afternoon

Me and my roommate changed my oil

I felt like a man as I drained my oil pan

I put my car up on bricks, now there’s nothing I can’t fix

If I could put you up on bricks

I’ve never changed my own oil

He said I was three quarts low

He shook his head

He shook his head and said dan you’re bad

I said sometimes I forget and it might just be genetic

Cars escape me just like Dad

And I should probably think more about where I’m going

And how I’ll get there

And I should probably check my tire pressure

Keep it high so I don’t stall

Don’t stall

Don’t stall

We gapped spark plugs

And I guess I learned something new

But I felt bad for that poor guy at Jiffy Lube

He’ll change oil, and I’ll write songs

And we’ll all still get along

Forgive me I meant no wrong

And I should probably think more about where I’m going

And how I’ll get there

And I should probably check my tire pressure

Keep it high so I don’t stall

Don’t stall

Don’t stall