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INTRO
I'd hook my wagon to my trike and I'd head across the yard,
In my big sand box where I worked real hard.
Playin' all day with my little toy trucks,
Back hoes, bulldozers, earth movin' stuff.
That was my whole life when I was a kid,
But when I grew up I guess I never really did.
I like big boy toys, motors and lights.
Knobs and switches and a four-wheel drive.
Runnin' up the road or crawlin' across the farm,
And when they break down I jack em up in the yard.
Pull out my tools, my pride and joy,
Man you gotta love em, big boy toys.
Now sometimes baby, you just can't understand,
The mud on my boots and the grease on my hands.
I try to explain how it makes me feel,
The awesome power of my hands on the wheel.
If I can't find the words to set things right,
I just scoot over and I let my baby drive.
She likes big boy toys, motors and lights.
Knobs and switches and a four-wheel drive.
Runnin' up the road or crawlin' across the farm,
And when they break down I jack em up in the yard.
Pull out my tools, my pride and joy,
Man you gotta love em, big boy toys.
Its boats and cars, tractors and trucks,
Gasoline and diesel fuel are runnin' through my blood.
I like big boy toys, motors and lights.
Knobs and switches and a four-wheel drive.
Runnin' up the road or crawlin' across the farm,
And when they break down I jack em up in the yard.
Pull out my tools, my pride and joy,
Man you gotta love em, big boy toys.
Man you gotta love em, big boy toys.
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