Something very bad that I wrote
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Rangies
Don't let 'em drive Discos or old Series trucks
Let 'em buy Wranglers, Land Cruisers and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Landies
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always in debt
Especially to someone they loveLandies ain't easy to love and they're harder to fix
But there's nothing better to drive when you're out in the sticks
Tape up the axles and it's back on the trail
Work all night just to drive the next day
If you don't maintain 'em, an' they don't die young
They'll prob'ly just rust awayMamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Rangies
Veto Defenders and old Lightweight trucks
Let 'em buy Sidekicks, Monteros and such
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Landies
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always in debt
Especially to someone they loveRovers like smokey old garages and clear mountain mornings
Little top-ups of red stuff and green stuff and oil every night
Them that don't know 'em won't like 'em and them that do...
Sometimes just won't know how to pay for 'em
They ain't wrong, they're just different and their gaskets don't seal 'em
Don't you think, for a day, they're all rightMamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Rangies
Forget 101s, or they'll spend all your cash
Let 'em buy Hummers and other such trash
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to drive Landies
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always in debt
Especially to someone they love