Tommy Dippenaar

Tommy Dippenaar owed Tommy's garage, in a dorp, in the North West
Any every one in the district agree, Tommy's garage is definitely best
There were pistons and batteries and
crankshafts, cars on hydraulic jacks
The mechanics wore brown over-alls, with Tommy written on their backs
Now Tommy used to race those crash-cars, at every Landbou skou
He could ramp-jump fifteen cars, when they're backed-up in a row
Now Tommy had a-one desire, that burned deep in his soul
And that was to ramp-jump his car, over Kimberley's big hole
Oh, ry hom Tommy, ry hom tot daai voorwiel op iets lig
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, trap daai lepel plat
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, laat daai vonke spat
Vlieg hom Tommy, vlieg hom, oor die Kimberley se gat
Now Tommy found himself a sponsor, at the big petrol company
He set off to make his dreams come true, at the big hole in Kimberley
He built the biggest ramp you've
ever seen, a road that streched for miles
The people said hey, he must be mad, but ou Tommy was full of smiles
With a jet-propulsion engine, in the boot of a old Fairline
And puts on his crash-helmet, and on the doors, they painted his name
There were tractor tyres for batmobiles, and a parachute for a brake
Ja, they lined the streets of
Kimberley, to see Tommy make a big mistake
Oh, ry hom Tommy, ry hom tot daai voorwiel op iets lig
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, trap daai lepel plat
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, laat daai vonke spat
Vlieg hom Tommy, vlieg hom, oor die Kimberley se gat
Oh, oh, oh - moer toe
Now the company owns Tommy's garage, in a dorp, in the North West
And every one in the district
beliefs, Tommy's garage is definitely best
People still talk about ou Tommy, but shake their heads and sigh
They said he must be ramp-jumping, with the shooting stars in the sky
Oh, ry hom Tommy, ry hom tot daai voorwiel op iets lig
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, trap daai lepel plat
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, laat daai vonke spat
Vlieg hom Tommy, vlieg hom, oor die Kimberley se gat
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom tot daai voorwiel op iets lig
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, trap daai lepel plat
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom, o ja, laat daai vonke spat
Vlieg hom Tommy, vlieg hom, oor die Kimberley se gat