I work behind the counter

In an automotive store

Sometimes I'm called a "genius"

Sometimes I'm called much more.

I claim I'm no mechanic

Yet when the job goes sick

The mechanic comes and asks me

What makes the damn thing tick.

I'm supposed to know the numbers

Of bolts and nuts and gears

For every car that was ever made

For more than forty years.

I'm an engineer and machinist

And what not. Oh my Lord

I'm supposed to be an Edison

Combined with Henry Ford.

But life would be a pleasure

And I'd grin from ear to ear

If the customer would only tell me

The MODEL, MAKE and YEAR!