Isn’t it strange how that “car expert” down the pub or living round the corner is always the perfect mechanic or knows everything there is to know about the motor trade, and isn’t it strange how that “car expert” is invariably in a job that is as far removed from the motor trade as it is possible to get!

Isn’t it strange how someone who knows someone whose friends brother’s uncle heard something, is the font of all knowledge to the ignorant. Chinese whispers are a dangerous thing, and invariably are started by a liar; you need a place where you will get honest advice, honest answers from local long established family business.

You know a man from down the pub, an”expert” on all cars
Though what he does to earn his wage, is selling ladies bras

But still you think this man knows all, he’s seen it and he’s done it
If truth be told he’d struggle just to open up a bonnet

Perhaps you try his mate who’s “good” he said his name was Fred
He works down on the farm, a workshop like a shed

You could go to the Dealer and take out a nice loan
Then find a huge great list of jobs enough to make you moan

Then of course there is a place, in Burnham sixty years
Honest car technology, prepared to lend their ears

So next time you get talking to that one that knows it all
That “expert” like a broken spanner, a totally useless tool

Ignore him, and all that he says, and seek to find the truth
Go see the men who’ve known the job since being a mere youth

The competition envy them such history, skill and care
ProvidenceProtech, Burnham’s best, proud of being there