Tommy Dippenaar owned Tommy’s garage
In a dorp in the Northwest
And everyone in the district agreed
Tommy’s garage was definitely the best
Well, there are pistons and batteries and crankshavers
Cars on Hydraulic jacks
The mechanics wear brown overalls
With “TOMMY’S” written on their backs

Tommy used to race those crash cars
At every landbouskou
He could rampjump 15 cars
When they pack them up in a row
But Tommy had one desire
That burnt deep in his soul
And that was to rampjump his car
Over Kimberley’s big hole

KOOR:

Ry hom Tommy, ry hom boeta
Give it what you got
Ry hom Tommy, ry hom boeta
Laat die vonke spat
Vlieg hom Tommy, vlieg hom
Oor die Kimberley se gat

Now tommy found himself a sponsor
At a 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
And a road that stretched for miles
All the people said he must be mad
And tommy was full of smiles

He put a jet-propelled engine
In the boot of an old Fairlane
There were adverts on his crash helmet
And on the doors, they painted his name
He put tractor tires on the back wheels
And a parachute for a brake
Now they lined the streets of Kimberley
To see tommy make a big mistake

KOOR (1 x)

Now the company owns Tommy’s garage
In a dorp in the Northwest
And everyone in die district agrees
Tommy’s garage was definitely the best
People still talk about Tommy
And they shake their heads and sigh
They say he’s probably still rampjumping
With the shooting stars in the sky

KOOR (2 x)