if I had a tractor...

I was just sitting here at work, plugging away at order records, listening to the [friend] T--- Mix (which has languished for a while since she's sort of been out-of-sight/out-of-mind). This song came on, caught me by surprise, made me laugh aloud, totally made my morning, and was just too good not to share. And it's true, figuratively if not literally.

Yeah I swore off love
I swore off women
Devoted my life to huntin' and fishin'
I'd never be anyone else's lovesick fool
It ain't cool
I spend all my spare time
Fixin' up
That old rusted up pick-up truck
In no time at all
I'd have it lookin' like brand new
Then you

Flipped the switch on my dumaflachi
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard
And my heart was as good as gone
So long
Yeah ya cranked my tractor
Ya flicked my Bic
...you trip my trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how ya done it
But honey you turn me on

Yeah look at all the takin'
I done all the givin'
I threw up my hands, said
The heck with it
I shut down my heart
Locked it up and pulled the fuse
Before it blew
All my emotions were disconnected
No sign of a spark
Could be detected
I had nobody
So I had nothing to lose
Then you---

Flipped the switch on my dumaflachi
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard
And my heart was as good as gone
So long
Yeah ya cranked my tractor
Ya flicked my Bic
...you trip my trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how ya done it
But honey you turn me on

Yeah ya crank my tractor
Ya flick my Bic
Woman you trip the trigger on my thing-a-ma-jig
Can't explain how you done it
But honey you turn me on---

I can't handle that baby
You better slow down

Thanks, Tim. I won't tell Faith. ;)