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I’d hook my wagon to my trike and I’d head across the yard
To my big sandbox where I worked real hard
Playing all day with my little toy trucks
Backhoes, bulldozers, earth-moving stuff
That was my whole life when I was a kid
But when I grew up, I guess I never really did - I like
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Big boy toys, motors and lights
Knobs and switches and four-wheel-drive
Running up the road or crawling across the farm
And when they broke down, I jack them up in the yard
Pull out my tools, my pride and joy
Man, you gotta love them big boy toys
Now, sometimes baby 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 lt my baby drive - she likes
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Yeah, it’s boats and cars, tractors and trucks
Gasoline and diesel fuel running through my blood -
I like them
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Man, you gotta live them big boy toys
Big boy toys
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Lyrics: Aaron Tippin
