Hose Man

Water coursing through that familiar artificial vein Hose man, somber master of automobile stains He points to the sign, middle finger in the air Burning gas, kicking ass, and playing solitaire Wash, wipe, clean, rinse, scrub, mop All the cars without an issue And he will f*ck your ride up If you speak Poorly of the Hose Man In command of the water Hose Man Like a sick Sunday slaughter Hose Man With patience divine Hose Man Don't waste his goddamn time I think some would put him up there With the everlasting God Except he spends the Sabbath At Cape Auto Spa Hose Man's the one that we've got to respect Hose Man's the one that'll clean up the mess Hose Man's the one making fat stacks of green He's a water jet-powered car cleaning machine