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 my 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 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