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