I wanna be one of the noisy boys

I wanna be one of the boys,

striding about with power tools

showing off my toys.

 

I wanna get kitted with engines fitted

that smell and cut and chop,

things with extensions of massive dimensions

the biggest in the shop.

 

I'll cut my way through night and day

creating havoc wherever I go,

be a very noisy neighbour

reaping trouble with friend or foe.

 

Petrol powered it has to be

to take on any bush or tree,

a whining strimmer to finish the job

and that'll be good enough for me.

 

I wanna be one of the noisy boys

I wanna be one of the boys,

striding about with power tools

showing off my toys.

 

Sunday's the time to make myself felt

a day of rest but there you go,

distressing the dog and making it bark

starting early , up with the lark.

 

I make my presence very high viz

in terms of sound, oh yeah! gee whizz.

I must admit that nothing's safe

when i'm around, i'll flatten it down.

 

My aim is to play the power game

the Texas chainsaw massacre game,

shamelessly blamelessly loud and crude

and if tackled I certainly will be rude.

 

I wanna be one of the noisy boys

I wanna be one of the boys.

Striding about with my power tools

showing off my toys.