Austin Lounge Lizards - Leonard Cohen's Day Job lyrics

You drive your car in, pull it up on the rack You promise me faithlessly that you'll be back I wait in the pit, it's the fate I have earned For believing some day you'll return To the streets of New York from my tower of song I come down to work where the common folk throng In my famous blue shirt with its patch that says Len Then I go back to write songs again Leonard Cohen is working a day job they say For bizarre inspiration and hourly pay And I swear by the grease in the crease of my hand If you need speedy lubin', I'll prove I'm your man I'll beg if I must, 'cause I'm aching to hear Your story, as I check your brakes front and rear Can you play a sad waltz on your cheap violin Did you have a good time in Berlin If Saint Joan should pull in, in her Charger of white And ask if it all could be finished tonight I'd say, "Let me take a look under your hood All that smoke doesn't look very good" I'm on fire Leonard Cohen is working a day job they say It's part of the price every artist must pay And I swear by the crud and the blood on my hands If you need a tune this afternoon I'm your man And I swear by the monkey wrench clenched in my hand If you lack something basic in black I'm your man