Eric Sinclair - Pothole Blues lyrics

Well I was driving into work one Wednesday mornin', Heading south on my way to town, When all at once, without warnin', Someone took away the ground. I hit a pothole—POTHOLE— Biggest one I've seen. I hit pothole—POTHOLE— Who's gonna believe, Well it was six foot wide, And two foot deep: Commuters nightmare, A front-end man's sweet dream. Well my car said "Ow, what was that?" Both the front tires went dead flat. I pulled over and joined the crowd— there were nineteen other cars all broke down. We hit the pothole—POTHOLE— Biggest one we'd seen. I hit pothole—POTHOLE— Who's gonna believe, But it was six foot wide, And two foot deep: Commuters nightmare, A front-end man's sweet dream. Well, I don't mind these city roads, With all their dips and heaves and holes, But if I want to run some obstacle course, I'd join the army or the air force. Oh, I never did make to work that mornin', The truth is I up and quit. Hallelujah, I found my calling' And I can't get enough of it. Now I fix the potholes—POTHOLES— Every one I see, I fix the potholes—POTHOLES— Who's gonna believe, Well there's none too wide and nothing too deep, All you commuters can sleep in peace, But the sweetest part of this crazy dream, Is making all those front-end men scream.