[Verse] Sunrise paints the corners where I stand, Grease on my hands, dreams in the sand, Every turn of the wrench tells a story, Yellow overalls soaked in glory. Street hums the rhythm of the days gone by, Laughter in the dust, breeze soft and dry, Heartbeat syncs with the pounding beat, Dancing with the shadows on this street. [Pre-Chorus] Memories drip like oil on the floor, Spinning round, can’t ask for more. [Chorus] Oh, I move, I groove, in my yellow clothes, Oil stains tell the tales nobody knows. Step by step, in the heat of the sun, Dancing through the days when the work is done. Oh, I move, I groove, feel the rhythm flow, In these overalls where the stories grow. Hold me close to the past I keep, In this spicy beat, my heart won’t sleep. [Verse] Faces flash like the gleam on chrome, In the alley where I call my home, Spinning dreams from the sparks that fly, Underneath this wide and open sky. Fading echoes of a song once played, Time slipping slow in the afternoon shade, But I keep moving, with every beat, Dancing where the pavement and the memories meet. [Pre-Chorus] Memories drip like oil on the floor, Spinning round, can’t ask for more. [Chorus] Oh, I move, I groove, in my yellow clothes, Oil stains tell the tales nobody knows. Step by step, in the heat of the sun, Dancing through the days when the work is done. Oh, I move, I groove, feel the rhythm flow, In these overalls where the stories grow. Hold me close to the past I keep, In this spicy beat, my heart won’t sleep. [Bridge] Feel the pulse beneath the streetlight glow, Every stain’s a story only I know. Bittersweet the steps in this dusty place, But I find my freedom in this slow embrace. [Chorus] Oh, I move, I groove, in my yellow clothes, Oil stains tell the tales nobody knows. Step by step, in the heat of the sun, Dancing through the days when the work is done. Oh, I move, I groove, feel the rhythm flow, In these overalls where the stories grow. Hold me close to the past I keep, In this spicy beat, my heart won’t sleep. [Outro] Oil on my hands, but I’m clean inside, Dancing through the echoes of my pride. Yellow overalls, worn but free, This street mechanic’s melody.