| 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 — i like
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| Big boy toys, motors and lights
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| Knobs and switches and four-wheel-drive
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| Running up the road or crawling across the farm
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| And when they broke 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 lt my baby drive — she likes
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| Yeah, its boats and cars, tractors and trucks
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| Gasoline and diesel fuel running through my blood —
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| I like them
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| Man, you gotta live them big boy toys
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