Tommy Dippenaar

Tommy Dippenaar owned Tommy's garage, in a dorp, in the North West
Any every one in the district agreed, Tommy's garage is definitely best
There were pistons and batteries and crankshafts and cars on hydraulic jacks
The mechanics wore brown overalls 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 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 stretched 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 believes Tommy's garage is definitely best
People still talk about ou Tommy but they 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