I don't know if he'll pull away, his clutch plate's gone the other way,
But anyhow I know that he'll try.
Oh me, oh my, I hope the tank transporter comes by,
There's no other truck I would pay for,
But this is the one I'd turn gay for for,
They won't have to ask what its made for,
It wouldn't leave me flat,
It wasn't built like that.
Its absolutely fabulous 'n' olive drab and wonderous.
And anyone can understand why,
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain tank transporter passes by.