Met a man just the other day
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said his name was Jim
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Boy, won't you take a look
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Got a car for you
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it's a real steal
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Cleaned it right down
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new brakes clutch
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and here's the hook
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Yes, it's a 4.W.D
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4.W.D 4.W.D 4.W.D
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Cash to Jim. I took it home
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through the deep mud
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Plugged happy as a boy in sand
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Fitted wide tyres, spotlight
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a winch as well
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and some brush bars up
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front to complete the plan
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Now it's really a 4.W.D
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4.W.D 4.W.D 4.W.D
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4.W.D 4.W.D 4.W.D
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<Interlude>
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Take you down
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to the edge of town
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Where the road stops
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we start to hold the ground
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Well, I'm blessed
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Got traction in a special way
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Hold the roll bar, slide back
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feel me pull it round
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Let me show you my 4.W.D
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4.W.D 4.W.D 4.W.D 4.W.D
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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4.W.D.
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| Jethro Tull |
