Lyrics

Old timer Ralph, back in his prime,
Mason tender days, oh how he'd climb.
Now he's fallen off his rocker, but ain't lost his drive,
The payloader and dropdeck king, alive and thriving at sixty-five.
He's friends with Madonna, sharing tales so grand,
With a beer in his hand, he's the talk of the land.
From the yard to the bar, his stories reign supreme,
Ralph, the legend, living the dream.
He'll move mountains with a wink and a nod,
In his payloader throne, he's the working god.
Dropdeck hauler, with a laugh so bold,
Ralph's got a heart of gold, never growing old.
He's friends with Madonna, sharing tales so grand,
With a beer in his hand, he's the talk of the land.
From the yard to the bar, his stories reign supreme,
Ralph, the legend, living the dream.
Through the years and the struggles, his spirit stays bright,
With every pour of beer, he’ll tell his tales till late night.
Madonna's by his side, with a laugh and a cheer,
Ralph's living life, with no hint of fear.
He's friends with Madonna, sharing tales so grand,
With a beer in his hand, he's the talk of the land.
From the yard to the bar, his stories reign supreme,
Ralph, the legend, living the dream
So raise a glass to Ralph, the payloader king,
From mason tender days to every song he’ll sing.
With Madonna and his beer, he’s a tale worth telling,
Ralph’s the legend, and forever compelling.