
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 has seen it and he has done it
If truth be told he would struggle just to open up a bonnet
Perhaps you try his mate whos 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 have known the job since being a mere youth
The competition envy them such history, skill and care
ProvidenceProtech, Burnhams best, proud of being there