I don't care about the big bucks,
Just need someone who can fix my truck.
A little bit of muscle and a little bit of grease,
That knows about the birds and the bees.
I don't need a man with a fancy suit,
Or a wallet full of cash, that's the truth.
Give me a guy with a wrench in his hand,
Who can fix my truck, now that's my kind of man.
I don't care about the big bucks,
Just need someone who can fix my truck.
A little bit of muscle and a little bit of grease,
That knows about the birds and the bees.
He doesn't need to drive a luxury car,
Just a pickup truck that'll take us far.
We'll ride down the road, just him and me,
A cooler in the back, that's all we need.
I don't care about the big bucks,
Just need someone who can fix my truck.
A little bit of muscle and a little bit of grease,
That knows about the birds and the bees.
When the engine's running rough,
He knows just what to do.
With a smile and a magic touch,
He makes everything brand new.
I don't care about the big bucks,
Just need someone who can fix my truck.
A little bit of muscle and a little bit of grease,
That knows about the birds and the bees.
So here's to the man with the dirty hands,
Who understands my heart and my plans.
Together we'll ride, through thick and thin,
With my truck and my love, hair blowing in the wind.