Lyrics

[Verse]
In the heart of old Cambridge, with a wrench in our hand,
We build the exhausts for a myriad of brands.
In Dept 1, 45, 47 we stand,
Each day, making magic from metal and sand.

[Verse 2]
The clang of the hammers, the roar of the fire,
Team Tenneco's spirit, can't help but admire.
From dawn until twilight, we never tire,
Our humble ambition stretching higher and higher.

[Chorus]
With calloused hands, we craft our dreams,
In the factory's heartbeat, our pride redeems.
Through the dust and the sweat, hear our silent screams,
Building the future, or so it seems.

[Verse 3]
In the corridors echoing with stories untold,
We share our hopes in the nights we unfold.
The assembly lines whisper of hands that hold,
The essence of hard work, silent and bold.

[Bridge]
Each bolt and each screw we perfectly place,
Is a testament to the grit we embrace.
In every finished car, you’ll find our grace,
Rollin' down the highway, our legacy's trace.

[Chorus]
With calloused hands, we craft our dreams,
In the factory's heartbeat, our pride redeems.
Through the dust and the sweat, hear our silent screams,
Building the future, or so it seems.