Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Gerry’s in the garage with a plan in hand,
Tryin’ to lift that block onto a homemade stand.
The transmission’s stuck, the bolts won’t budge,
And Jax is nearby, lookin’ smug as a judge.

(Pre-Chorus)
Then plop—what’s that in the bellhousing gap?
A slobbery ball in my socket cap!

(Chorus)
It’s grease, guts, and a dog named Jax,
Chasin’ down bolts while he’s leavin’ tracks.
Put the wrench down, it’s a full-time fight—
With a pup in the mix, nothin’ goes right!

(Verse 2)
Jax took a dip in the oil drain pan,
Now he’s makin’ paw prints like a one-dog band.
I reached for a bolt—he ran off with my glove,
Then he barked at the jack stand and bit the hub.

(Pre-Chorus)
The gasket’s gone and my patience cracked,
'Cause he hid it again in the rear seat back!

(Chorus)
It’s grease, guts, and a dog named Jax,
Where the torque won’t hold and the tailpipe smacks.
Try to stay calm but the chaos is tight—
Still, I’d never trade this garage life night.

(Outro – soft swing feel)
One day that Ford will purr like new,
With chrome so clean and a fresh coat too.
But ‘til then it’s wrenches and wild attacks…
From my sidekick pup—yeah, that’s Jax.