This is for Judith and all the other tool-belt mamas.

I did this just for fun <g> after reading Judith's email about building a computer desk and all the replies. (Hi, Tiger!).

It's plainly *not* a literary work of art and there's no music to it. And I don't mean to make fun of anyone or belittle the stereotype.

This is just for laughs. Please enjoy it or ignore it as you see fit.

FBtE

The Butch Card Carrier <song>

Tool belt hung from jaunty hips
Strutting down a hardware aisle
Sparkling eyes over ruby lips
Lively steps and a big ole smile

Chorus:
She's a tool belt mama
A bad-ass gal
with a green-eye sweetie
as her best pal

Nuts and bolts and Revlon, too
Keep those nails lookin good
Sweating hard in the midday sun
But my sweetie's my nightime fun

<chorus>

She's got them leather pants
round her luscious butt
wears a big gold chain
with a quarter inch nut

<chorus>

Don't mess with her
Those abs are real
They make 'em tough
These chicks of steel

<chorus>

But a doe-eyed smile
Can mush her up
She may look tough
But she's still a PUP

<chorus>

Jim FBtE 6/2002