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Well, Tommy rolls up in a company truck, Got a tool bag full of stuff and a whole lotta luck, He married the boss's daughter, now he's living real sweet, Got a golden-ticket marriage and a cushy backseat! They say he's the plug when the Hot Wheels drop, Got grown-ass men lined up around the block, Little toy cars worth more than his lunch, He'll trade you a Mustang for a six-pack and a punch! Chorus 🎶 Oh, Tommy, Tommy, king of the road, Hot Wheels dealer with a rich-man's code! Popping Adderall, flying through town, By the time you say hello, that boy's halfway outta town! He's the no-cool king, yeah, the AC man's choice, Every dead-ass unit gets to hear Tommy's voice! Most recommended tech from the attic to the mall, If your house is ninety-nine, Tommy's answering the call! Verse 2 When the thermostat's blank and the compressor won't spin, Tommy's already speeding before you let him in, He's got three calls waiting and a Red Bull in his hand, Running more service tickets than the whole damn band! The dispatcher says, "Tommy, we need you on five!" He says, "I'm already on six, boys, just trying to survive!" He's sweating in an attic, cussing at a coil, While his Hot Wheels collection's worth more than the oil! Chorus 🎶 Oh, Tommy, Tommy, king of the road, Boss man's son-in-law with a platinum work code! Zooming past the stop signs, got no time to stall, He's the no-cool Superman answering every call! He's got pocket-sized Porsches and a big-time grin, A rich man's family and a paycheck rolling in! When the summer sun is cooking and the customers bawl, Put some respect on Tommy, boys, he's the king of no-cool calls! Bridge, spoken like a country singer talking to the crowd Now, some men marry for love, Some men marry for looks, Tommy married into money And still gets cooked by the books! He's got Hot Wheels in the glovebox, Service tickets on the dash, And if you ask him how he's doing, He'll say, "I'm doing great, boys! Now get the hell outta my way, I'm hauling ass!" Final Chorus, full band kicking in 🎶 Tommy! Tommy! He's a one-man show! Got a pocket full of toy cars and nowhere slow to go! He's the boss's favorite, the customers' call, The Adderall-fueled legend of the summertime crawl! When the AC quits working and the whole house sweats, Tommy's got the gauges and a stack of service tickets! From the Hot Wheels aisle to the attic's burning wall, LONG LIVE TOMMY, THE NO-COOL KING OF 'EM ALL! 🤠🎸 Outro, spoken: "Dispatch, this is Tommy. Yeah, I'm done with that no-cool." "Great, Tommy. We got seven more." "SEVEN?! Well, hell's bells, boys... somebody hide my Hot Wheels!"