Jcb - Bill Rust

Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant sitting beside me And the engine rattles my bum like berserk While we're singin, "don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work!" My dad's probably had a bloody hard day But he's been good fun and bubblin' and jokin' away And the procession of cars stuck behind Are gettin' all impatient and angry, but we don't mind An' we're holdin' up the bypass Woah Me and my dad havin' a top laugh Oh-woah I'm sittin' on the toolbox Woah And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school Oh no And we pull over to let cars past And pull off again, speedin' by the summer green grass And we're like giants up here in our big yellow digga Like zoids, or transformers, or maybe even bigga And I wanna transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets And I'll tell all my mates that my dad's B.A. Bahraccus Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee's nunchuckas An' we're holdin' up the bypass Woah Me and my dad havin' a top laugh Oh-woah I'm sittin' on the toolbox Oh And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school An' we're holdin' up the bypass Woah Me and my dad havin' a top laugh Oh-woah I'm sittin' on the toolbox Oh And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school Said I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round An' we're holdin' up the bypass Woah Me and my dad havin' a top laugh Oh-woah And I'm sittin' on the toolbox Oh-oh And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school I said I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his Aw, I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee Drives me round in his JCB

Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB. I'm 5 years old and my dad's giant sitting beside me. And the engine rattles my bum like berserk While we're singin, "Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work!" My dad's totally had a bloody hard day But he's been good fun and bubblin and jokin' away And the procession of cars stuck behind Are gettin all impatient and angry, but we dont mind. An' we're holdin up the bypass Oh Me and my dad havin a top laugh Oh woah Sittin on the toolbox Oh And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school Oh no... And we pull over to let the cars pass And pull off again, speedin by the summer green grass And we're like giants up here in our big yellow digger Like zoids, or transformers, or maybe even bigger And I wanna transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex! And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets And I'll tell em I'm 8, my dad's ba barakas Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee's nunchuckas And We're holdin up the bypass Oh Me and my dad havin a top laugh Oh woah Sittin on the toolbox Oh And I'm so glad I'm not in school, boss So glad I'm not in school And we're holdin up the bypass Oh oh Me and my dad havin a top laugh Oh woah I'm sittin on the toolbox Oh oh And I'm so glad I'm not in schoolbox So glad I'm not in school Said I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB. I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB. I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB. I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round And we're holdin' up the bypass Woah Me and my dad havin a top laugh Oh woah And I'm sittin on the toolbox Oh And I'm so glad I'm not in schoolbox So glad I'm not in school Aw, said I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB. I'm Luke, I'm five, and my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his Aw, I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB. I'm Luke, I'm five, And my dad's Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.

Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning, inbetween, till the end of time All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time Turns to dust As above, so below You ain't no fool and honey, I'm damn sure that you know Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning, inbetween, till the end of time All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time Turns to dust Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... ah ah Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... ah ah Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... ah ah Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... ah ah All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time Turns to dust All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time Turns to dust

On the chain link in the backyard Hit the home run Who's gonna go get it? Daddy's Chevrolet on the tailpine Creepin' upsides Won't ever forget it On the screws of a screen door Tina on the school board If I had to paint the place I grew up I think I color it rust Yeah, we got a blue sky, black top and some fields of gold White cotton poppin' up where the green grass grows This red-light town wouldn't shine like it does Yeah, if it didn't have a little rust Up and down that water tower Rust wrapped around that barbed wire We don't need no paint trying to cover it up Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of rust It was only whole nails, boat dock Number 700, bottom of the tackle box Auburn hair falling down in a flat bed God even put it in a sunset We got a blue sky, black top and some fields of gold White cotton poppin' up where the green grass grows This red-light town wouldn't shine like it does Yeah, if it didn't have a little rust Up and down that water tower Rust wrapped around that barbed wire We don't need no paint trying to cover it up Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of rust Nothing 'round here stays new forever Time goes by So does the weather The best things I know get a little better with rust Yeah, we got a blue sky, black top and some fields of gold White cotton poppin' up where the green grass grows This red-light town wouldn't shine like it does Yeah, if it didn't have a little rust Up and down that water tower Rust wrapped around that barbed wire And we don't need no paint trying to cover it up Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of rust Up on that Massey Tractor Rust, yeah, man, on it it don't matter That welcome sign is something I love Yeah, it's the color of rust Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of rust