My little friend

Oh, vanished companion, my mechanical muse, The 10 millimeter, a perfect fit, lost without end. Each corner I scour, each crevice I comb, But you've rolled to a shadow, a gremlin's new home. (Chorus) Lost socket, lost socket, where do you hide? In the machinery's depths, where my tools can't confide. I need you for this task, a project undone, Lost socket, lost socket, please be on the run! (Verse 2) A toolbox of soldiers, yet you are the king, The missing piece here, a discord you bring. My efforts are doubled, a frustrating plight, Come back to my side, and set everything right. (Bridge) Bolts need their turning, machines crave repair, But without my 10 millimeter, I'm stuck in despair. I promise a safe haven, a place to reside, Just return to the toolbox, where you can't hide. (Chorus) Lost socket, lost socket, where do you hide? In the machinery's depths, where my tools can't confide. I need you for this task, a project undone, Lost socket, lost socket, please be on the run! (Bridge) (solo guitar) . . . . . (Outro) So here's to the 10 millimeter, wherever you roam, Know that your mechanic awaits you at home. We'll reunite soon, and together we'll stand, A socket and a wrench, the best in the land! (Outro) So here's to the 10 millimeter, wherever you roam, Know that your mechanic awaits you at home. We'll reunite soon, and together we'll stand, A socket and a wrench, the best in the land!