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My Favorite Amateur Songs About Dump Trucks

I’ve been commissioned to be a DJ at my soon-to-be nephew’s birthday party. Considering his infatuation with all things dump trucks, I decided to peruse the internet for some dump truck-related songs. Unfortunately, my options were severely limited.

Fortunately, I came across some of the best/worst songs I’ve ever laid ears on. If you’ve been searching for a dump truck for sale and need a brief break, get refreshed by three of my favorite amateur songs about dump trucks

This first song, “Dump Truck” by the renowned hiphop artist Too $hort and E-40 (featuring people named Travis Porter and Young Chu) is a bit too obscene to publish the full lyrics. Fortunately for you, I still transcribed some of the more dump-truck-related parts of the masterpiece:

 

Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

Back it up like a dump truck (dump truck, dump truck)

 

Back that *** up like a dump truck

We don’t go crazy in the club, we go dumb ****

Look, looking at her dance I know shawty want it

I had to go crazy E-40 on it

 

And ah, shaking like a B12 in the air

Chilling with me, we smoke a bill out of gas

Now let me see you back it up like a dump truck

We’re looking for a high girl we don’t give a ****

 

Now, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this song wasn’t about a literal dump truck, as I’m confident that Too $hort is equating the hulking vehicle to a woman’s booty. However, the musical “artist” did do an admirable job of adding a number of automotive references. Going crazy like an E-40, which is a renowned muscle car, is a solid analogy, and the mention of smoking dollar bills with gas (which I assume is coming from the engine) gave me a slight chuckle.

Unfortunately, I can’t envision I’m going to be playing this song at my nephew’s birthday party. In fact, I don’t think this would make it on the playlist even if he was turning 21 instead of three.

Now, when I came across this next song, “Dumptruck” by Blind Lemon, I figured that it would be a perfect choice. After all, the vehicle’s title seemed to imply that it’d be a perfectly logical option. Unfortunately, the lyrics didn’t back this up:

 

New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May

Time has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display

 

I don’t want to go down

I don’t want to go down

I don’t want to go down – like she did

 

And I can’t understand why something

good’s got to die before we miss it

 

Mumbled talk through pigeon park

And Hastings is wasting away

religiously they seem to sin

Buy, sell or trade for amens

 

I just don’t want to feel

I just don’t want to feel

I just don’t want to feel – like they feel

 

Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown

 

Way up in my arms you know

I love you just a little bit more

 

Raisin’ nose down to chin

Smoke after smoke they all trickle in

Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing

 

Simple pimpled young man

Sores all over his hands

He’s sleeping, not so silently

 

I’ll mop the floors for you all

I’m a fly on the wall

Really big and listening

 

Burned a hand of a friend of mine

And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high

You told me nothing’s ever gonna come between

Nothing’s ever gonna come between

Nothing’s ever gonna come between

 

My dumptruck and me

 

To be honest, none of those lyrics really make sense to me. I guess you could justify that some of the verses could be making slight dump truck analogies… however, I’m failing to pick up on any of these connections. I did appreciate the jam and the tune, which were pretty solid for some unknown band. However, as I’ve emphasized, my nephew is three, and I think this type of music will probably just scare him.

Finally, I think I came across the perfect choice with “Dump Truck” by apparent children’s band Twenty Trucks. While you could rely on the lyrics to understand the previous inclusions on the list, it’s a better to give this song a listen:

 

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Oh, dump it

 

Loading up some boulders

Working with a loader

Or maybe even a backhoe, oh, oh

Grab an excavator

He’ll do all the labor

And now we’re ready

To load, load, load

 

So, load, load, load him up

Load the Dump Truck

Load, load, load him up

Load the Dump Truck

Load, load, load him up

Load the Dump Truck

Oh, load him up

 

So, what does he carry?

Well anything that’s heavy

Like these giant rocks, you know?

Or lots of tiny pebbles

Thousands of tiny pebbles

And now we’re ready

To back him up

 

So, back, back, back him up

Back the Dump Truck

Back, back, back him up

Back up Dump Truck

Back, back, back him up

Back the Dump Truck

Oh, back him up

 

Where does he get the strength

To lift his giant bed

He must have a back of steel

He uses his hydraulic ram

To lift his bed, you see

With power extraordinary

 

So, dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Oh, dump it, Dump Truck

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Oh, dump it

 

You know, you know you got to dump

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

You know, you know you got to dump

Dump, dump, dump, dump it

Dump it, Dump Truck

Oh, dump it

 

This is obviously the perfect choice for a three-year-old’s birthday party, as the lyrics are child-friendly, and the tune is relatively catchy. I could see my nephew leaving his party singing these lyrics, especially the three lines that reiterated the vehicle’s ability to scoop up pebbles. Unfortunately, I can’t help myself from feeling a bit sad when listening to this song. It sounds like the singer is taking the entire process all too seriously. I have a sinking feeling that the artist had higher hopes for this hit, but he ultimately realized that the song was destined for children’s DVDs.

Ultimately, I’m not going to opt for any of these songs. Whether they’re too obscene, too random, or too sad, I can’t see any of these offerings going over too well at the party. Instead, I’m just going to drive around town jamming out to Blind Lemon.

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