Big Boy Toys
Aaron Tippin Lyrics


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I hook my wagon to my trac
And I head across the yard
To my big sandbox
Where I work real hard
Playin' all day
With my little toy trucks
Backhoes Bulldozers herdin' in some stuff
That was my whole life
When I was a kid
But when I grew up
I guess I never really did

I like 'em Big Boy Toys
Motors and lights
Knobs and switches
And a four-wheel drive
Runnin' up the road
Or crawlin' cross the farm
And when they break down
I jack 'em up in the yard
Pull out my tools
My pride and joy
Man you gotta love 'em
Big Boy Toys

Now sometimes baby
You just can't understand
The mud on my boots
And the grease on my hands
I've tried to explain
How it makes me feel
The awesome power
Of my hands on the wheel
If I can't find the words
To set things right
I just scoot over
And I let my baby drive

She likes Big Boy Toys
Motors and lights
Knobs and switches
And a four-wheel drive
Runnin'up the road
Or crawlin' cross the farm
And when they break down
I jack 'em up in the yard
Pull out my tools
My pride and joy
Man you gotta love 'em
Big Boy Toys

Yeah
It's boats and cars
Tractors and trucks
Gasoline and diesel fuel
Are runnin' through my blood

I like 'em Big Bpy Toys
Motors and lights
Knobs and switches
And a four-wheel drive
Runnin' up the road
Or crawlin' cross the farm
And when they break down
I jack 'em up in the yard
Pull out my tools
My pride and joy
Man you gotta love 'em
Big Boy Toys
Man you gotta love 'em
Big Boy Toys





Big Boy Toys

Overall Meaning

The song "Big Boy Toys" by Aaron Tippin is an ode to the passion for machinery and the joy of working with one's hands, particularly as it pertains to "big boy toys" which in this case refers to trucks and tractors. The song opens with the artist reminiscing about his boyhood days playing with toy trucks and bulldozers in the sandbox. As he grew up, however, his love for these toys did not fade, but instead he found himself drawn to the real-life equivalents. He describes a deep affection for the power of these machines, from their motors and lights to their knobs and switches, and the way they can traverse rugged terrain with ease. Even when they break down, he enjoys tinkering with them and fixing them up, taking pride in his ability to work with his hands.


The chorus of the song repeats the titular phrase, "I like 'em Big Boy Toys," with the addition of the line, "Man you gotta love 'em." This sentiment is expanded in the second verse as the artist attempts to communicate his passion to a loved one who can't quite understand it. He talks about the feeling of being in control of these powerful machines and the thrill it gives him, and ultimately offers to share the experience by letting his partner take the wheel. The final verse expands the definition of "Big Boy Toys" beyond trucks and tractors to include boats, cars, and even gasoline and diesel fuel themselves, as the artist talks about how these loves are simply part of him.


Line by Line Meaning

I hook my wagon to my trac
I attach my wagon to my tractor


And I head across the yard
I go across the yard


To my big sandbox
To my large sandbox


Where I work real hard
Where I work very hard


Playin' all day
Playing all day


With my little toy trucks
With my small toy trucks


Backhoes Bulldozers herdin' in some stuff
Moving some things around with backhoes and bulldozers


That was my whole life
That was my entire life


When I was a kid
When I was younger


But when I grew up
But even as I got older


I guess I never really did
I guess I never truly grew up


I like 'em Big Boy Toys
I like big toys for boys


Motors and lights
Engines and lights


Knobs and switches
Controls


And a four-wheel drive
And four-wheel drive


Runnin' up the road
Driving up the road


Or crawlin' cross the farm
Or crawling across the farm


And when they break down
And when they stop functioning


I jack 'em up in the yard
I lift them up in the yard


Pull out my tools
I take out my tools


My pride and joy
The things that I take pride in


Man you gotta love 'em
You really have to love them


Now sometimes baby
Sometimes, my partner


You just can't understand
You cannot always comprehend


The mud on my boots
The mud on my boots


And the grease on my hands
And the grease on my hands


I've tried to explain
I have tried to clarify


How it makes me feel
How it affects me emotionally


The awesome power
The impressive energy


Of my hands on the wheel
Of me controlling the wheel


If I can't find the words
If I am unable to express myself


To set things right
To resolve things


I just scoot over
I move over


And I let my baby drive
And I let my partner drive


She likes Big Boy Toys
She also likes big toys for boys


Yeah
Yes


It's boats and cars
It includes boats and cars


Tractors and trucks
Tractors and trucks as well


Gasoline and diesel fuel
Gasoline and diesel fuel


Are runnin' through my blood
Are a part of me


Man you gotta love 'em
You really have to love them


Big Boy Toys
Big toys for boys




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BROCK, TIPPIN

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