My Toyota Landcruiser Lyrics

My Toyota Land Cruiser
All hell to me local boozer and me Toyota Land Cruiser.
She’s a bloody dozer, gets me where I need to go.
And she may be well out dated and actually aspirated.
But she never leaves me frustrated, and man she sure can tow.
Most me hunting mates they drive new utes, but my old truck is a bloody beaut.
If bits fall off I just don’t care, the old truck takes me everywhere.
I met a girl from my old acre(?), she was a real heart breaker.
I took her on a romantic date, eating fish and chips by the glen.
But she said me truck was smelly, and the hard ride upset her belly.
Needless to say I won’t be taking her out again.
Boy races sittin in hit ute on the roadside I don’t think hes got a seat cause I can’t see his eyes.
Where’s the sense in a Hillux, that’s a low ride, it makes no sense at all.
I was at the field days in me Land Cruiser when the sharpie said: ”You look like a bloody looser”.
I just smiled at him and said ”Son, starting to rain, yeah”.

Well the downpour flooded the carpark, and the yuppie got his Skyline stuck.
I said ”Son, I got a winch on me Cruiser, now who is the looser again?”
With me rifle in the rack and me dogs on the back, she easily climbs out that steep mountain track.
She’s got a snorkel and a winche and a heavy death lock, and are looking to clear those big river rocks.
I forgot to pay me road user, for me Toyota Land Cruiser.
So I just drove back towards town, see me old mate, Allan Simmons, fish and hunting bloke.
But the law did come and pinch me, and a tow truck came and winched me.
So I snuck in their compound and drove me cruiser out their barbwire fence.
When I’m hunting in places where I shouldn’t be. No bugger ever hassles me.
Cause I look like I work for the forestry, in me Toyota Land Cruiser.
Cause I look like I work for the forestry, in my Toyota Land Cruiser.
Cause I look like I work for the forestry, in my Toyota Land Cruiser.
Lyrics Submitted by Oskar Johansson