Have You Seen My Leatherman?
Leatherman, Leatherman, where did you go?
This morning I held you and now you no-show,
Did anyone borrow you? Does anyone know?
If somebody stole you, to hell they will go.
Leatherman, Leatherman, where are you now?
I need you, I want you, I miss you, and how.
I miss the feel of your stainless blade steel
And your holder is as empty as I sadly now feel
Somewhere on site, a Leatherman cries
For its owner to find where it silently lies,
Among the good people who work side-by-side,
And hope they will never have to say their goodbyes
To their Leatherman, Leatherman
Oh where did you go?
Come back next week for...
Senorita, Senorita, have you seen my Makita?