I quit my last job, it was a dead end anyway
I’m between apartments, I need somewhere to stay
I’ve called in all my favors, cashed in all my chips
I might sound like a real lost cause but I’m nothing you can’t fix
My 87 station wagon barely cranks But it’ll run just fine if you fill up the tank
And change the brake pads, the air filter, and get a new ignition switch
Just like that old jalopy, I’m nothing you can’t fix
Drama seems to follow me everywhere I go
Before we get much further, I thought that you should know
My talking parakeet just knows four letter words And just when I’ve had all I can endure
My circus acrobat ex husband comes round swinging fists
But don’t let that scare you off, I’m nothing you can’t fix
This might be coming at you like a ton of bricks
But you can handle me, I’m nothing you can’t fix
