[Verse 1] From the ashes of despair, it rose, A juggernaut built with farmer’s clothes. No blueprint, no steel, just Kiwi might, A plow turned tank, ready to fight. In the shed where legends are made, A bulldozer donned its armored parade. Bullets? Maybe. Glory? For sure. A war machine, duct tape couture. [Pre-Chorus] "Unstoppable!" they cried with glee, "A tractor that will set us free!" [Chorus] Bob Semple, the Titan of the South, Born from spades and a farmer’s mouth. Clanking metal, a symphony of rust, Victory forged in Kiwi dust! [Verse 2] With corrugated armor, thin as air, It roared to battle, invincible flair. Six men inside, praying for space, As the Bob charged forth in a deadly race. They mocked it as a rolling shed, But its spirit of iron filled them with dread. No enemy dared to cross its gaze, For they’d be crushed in its tractor’s blaze! [Pre-Chorus] "Invincible!" the farmers swore, "A warrior made for the world’s great war!" [Chorus] Bob Semple, defender of the land, A hero forged by rough hands. With shovels and grit, it took the stage, A tank to mock the Axis rage! [Bridge] “Rise, oh Bob, the iron king! Make the tractors and engines sing! Through mud and fire, you shall reign, Unstoppable force on the Kiwi plain!” [Solo] [Final Chorus] Bob Semple, the god of steel and might, A clanking beast, born to fight. It never fired, but it stood so tall, The ultimate mockery to end them all! [Outro] Legends fade, but Bob remains, A rolling fortress on the plains. From humble tractor to mythic lore, The Bob Semple reigns forevermore.
