Oil Change

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