Grease and grime, I can smell the oil. I can hear the engines roar.

The vbrations now are overwhelming; I know what I was made for.

This amazing world, I've come to know has captivated my gaze.

The rolling wheels, the screeching brakes, I know this isn't a phase.

Cars and trucks, wrenches and bolts, machines and engines all around.

I'll fix them up, maintain them well, make sure you hear their sound.

In a world overrun, by testosterone, I'll be in the minority pool.

Underestimate me, and I'll make you see, it's you who is the fool.

This is much more than just a job, to me, it'll mean so much.

To care for your axle, to fix up your struts, to replace your clutch.

I know I'll have a lot to prove, but don't count me out just yet.

I will work hard and you will say I'm the best technician you've met.