A Little Bit Broke


Everything I buy comes a little bit broke
Shy a few bits, why it’s short a few bolts
And it gets hard to see straight on account of all the smoke

Lord, it’s a long-shot but I’m full of hope

We had another fight, we had another bout
She started overheatin’ and I was trying not to shout
I was sure that it was over but then the gas ran out

What’s a believer but a man known to doubt?

I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little

Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?

We got around to talking breaks but all I heard was “Alternate-her!”
It may have been I mentioned how she tuned her carburetor
Well then she really blew a fuse--the radio and the radiator

But when she bade a “Fare thee well!” I said, “I’ll probably see you later.”

I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little

Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?

Everyone I know is just a little bit busted
Full of potential or potentially rusted
Sure you might be outta sorts, you might just be a little maladjusted

But if you turn that old screw there’s a chance you won’t trust it

I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little

Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?