From the recording Tommy the Toyota

Recorded by Mick Wordley at Mixmasters, Adelaide and 8 Ball Aitken
Resonator guitar, vocals, percussion: Jodi Martin
Electric guitar, bass, percussion, harmonica: 8 Ball Aitken

Lyrics

CHORUS
Tommy the Toyota lives down on our farm
He's rusted and he's busted but he's got a lot of charm
Tommy the Landcruiser is not a ute that's shy
He'll do almost anything and he'll never say die!

Well my dad said I should write this song if I wanted to go far
Coz Tommy the Toyota was no ordinary car
And I knew that he was serious when he had the chorus already made
And my dad is the sort of man that calls a spade a spade
You know he doesn't go over the top about things, he'll tell it to you straight
But he talks about that bomb of a ute like Alexander the Great

Dad thought it was important that all his kids should learn to drive
And because I was the eldest I drove Tommy solo before I turned five

So there's a lot I could tell you about Tommy, he's seen my dad through thick and thin
Dad called him 'The Japanese Cowboy' and they call my dad Spin
And my dad will never tell me the real reason for his name
He's got some story about a comic book which I think is pretty lame
But one day when I was younger, I saw a bit of what my dad can do
And something tells me he was wilder than what he'll let on to you!

Dad was welding something, Mum was planting native trees
With acres and acres of wheat as far as the eye could see
It would be a good harvest for everyone, it looked like gold in the desert heat
And it would only be a few days now before it was ready to reap

I was staring out there when I smelt smoke from behind
A spark from Dad's welding gear had set the grass on fire
Well my dad moved like lightning, you know he didn't even swear
He jumped straight into Tommy and shoved him into gear

The air was hot and dry, the fire was hungry in the desert heat
In seconds it would wipe out our whole district in one clean sweep
The angry fire was heading straight for everyone's crops of wheat
But one thing it didn't count on was Dad and Tommy his trusty jeep

Before my mum could tell me to get some buckets from the house
My dad was doing ringies that made Mad Max look like a mouse!
His violent but accurate broadsides threw tonnes of dirt on that fire
And at the same time made a fire break with Tommy's might tyres

In seconds it was over, like nothing had occurred
The dust settled on the skidmarks and Tommy's engine purred

CHORUS
Tommy the Toyota he lives down on our farm
He's rusted and he's busted but he's got a lot of charm
Tommy the Landcruiser is not a ute that's shy
He'll do almost anything and he'll never say die!