Buckets and Battlefields

Verse 1

Sun’s barely up, I’m roaring awake

Big yellow beast, got some earth to quake

Dirt in my boots, grease on my sleeve

Luxury car park coming up—just wait and see

Digging holes deeper than the CO’s pride

Making helipads fast so the brass can hide

Fixing my dozer with spit and a prayer

Pandas wish they got this kind of care

Pre-Chorus

Cracking a brew, surveying the mess

Dreaming of rain so I get paid for less

Chorus

Swingin’ that bucket, diggin’ deep,

Turning red dirt to a five-star heap

Living in hi-vis, sunburned to the core

Royal Engineers, makin’ mud and lore

Post-Chorus

Oi oi, planty pride

Oi oi, ride that slide

Verse 2

Buried half the ration point just this morn

Big grader smile, bureaucratic scorn

Last road I built washed into the sea

But no one’s got to walk, thanks to me

Pre-Chorus

And while command fights with their PowerPoint

I’m out back, building a luxury joint

Chorus

Swingin’ that bucket, diggin’ deep,

Turning red dirt to a five-star heap

Living in hi-vis, sunburned to the core

Royal Engineers, makin’ mud and lore

Post-Chorus

Oi oi, planty pride

Oi oi, ride that slide

Bridge

Shovel in hand, I’m king of this patch

Lost another spanner, found an old match

Still got a sunburn in places I forgot

Just another “incident” for the hazard log

Verse 3

Chopper’s coming in, dust flying wild

Planties just giggle at the anxious child

Helipad’s ready, barely in time

And I’m still picking gravel from yesterday’s pie

Pre-Chorus

Laugh it all off with a hi-vis grin

Tomorrow I’ll undo what I just built in

Chorus

Swingin’ that bucket, diggin’ deep

Turning red dirt to a five-star heap

Living in hi-vis, sunburned to the core

Royal Engineers, makin’ mud and lore

Post-Chorus

Oi oi, planty pride

Oi oi, ride that slide