I'll Be Slow, I'll Be Slow, I'll Be Slow

Oh the weather outside is delightful, 

but what we found was so frightful, 

and since both cars can't go, 

I'll be slow, I'll be slow, I'll be slow. 

The repairs don't show signs of stopping

and I've brought some part for swapping,

but since the shop lights are low

I'll be slow, I'll be slow, I'll be slow.  

If we kiss the car goodnight

How I'll hate going out in a race

But if wrenching can go all night 

All will be good in the morn

The cars always show signs of dying

and, my dear, we're so denying 

but as long as I love driving so

I'll be slow, I'll be slow, I'll be slow.