Lyrics:
dress?
Do you want to sleep with your lorry or hold me instead
There’s a time to remember three words that I said
I’m not just one of the guys
Hey I’m
tori
Abeg come see Toyosi Toyosi
Her front yard be like lorry lorry
Her back yard no be lowkey
So she work it round town she be baddest
The boys tell her
Only time I seem sweet and soft is
When I bring kwality bars on the table
[Lorry's verse]
Listen up,
Firse lorry agele marne inki.
Meri shawty like
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
sinking
Back of a lorry
Holy hitching
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping
Born in the war
Birthday punching
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
sinking
Back of a lorry
Holy hitching
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping
Born in the war
Birthday punching
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
sinking
Back of a lorry
Holy hitching
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping
Born in the war
Birthday punching
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any job, I got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere
no need to get excited
As the lorries bring the bacon in
'cause the housewives are all singing
Groovy times are here again
They discovered one
gone,
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic
Oh, now
I feel the wind blow
Well, you can indicate everything you see
Yes, you can indicate anything you see
Oh, now
I load a lorry
Well, you can
outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
On a raft in the quarry
Slowly sinking.
On the back of a lorry
Holy hitching.
gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Or you join your public transport
Then you start to go for work
Then suddenly, suddenly, suddenly
Lorry dey for your front
Tipa dey for your back
Old man sitting by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky
and your misbehaving - you'll be sorry.
Then the chicken-fancier came to play - with his long red beard (and his sister's weird:
She drivs a lorry
dead
The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a superman to survive
Gas
outside, Where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
On a raft in the quarry
Slowly sinking.
On the back of a lorry
Holy hitching.
dead
The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a superman to survive
Gas
misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard and his sister's weird, she drives a lorry
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