"I need to see the fellow
Who was working on my car."
"Well, Nick's the one who fixed it,
But right now he's in the bar."

"There seems to be a problem,
With the rebuilt carburetor
Nick installed this morning.
Guess I'll have to come back later."

"I recommend you wait here;
Nick's been there since before noon.
It's been nearly three full hours,
And he's bound to surface soon."

Another thirty minutes passed;
Nick stunbled back to work,
Complaining of a bet he lost
To some beer-busting jerk.

"I tee you bought the Booick in —
Sumpthin I can do por ou?
"Yeah Nick, it isn't running well,
Maybe you can turn some screw."

"Cack the hood, I'll hab a took,"
My God his breath did reek,
Fumbling with the air cleaner,
Too drunk to really speak!

He drew a flask of bourbon,
And held it up to see;
"Yeah, there's enup to do it ....
Race the enjun por me!"

I got inside and floored it,
And the engine shook and wailed;
"What the hell is going on;
It sounds like a train derailed!"

"Aw, she be pine," he answered,
"She dank the whole damn bask!"
After that, my car ran well,
Just why, I never asked!

- Charles Albano

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