This was first CD single by The Wurzels. It was released on 7th August 1995 on the Loose Records record label, catalogue number WURZELCDS1. Unusually this single was simultaneously released in the 7" vinyl, CD and cassette tape formats. Song Lyrics Collectors' Extras
At the time of the recording of this single The Wurzels consisted of Tommy Banner, Pete Budd, John Morgan and Dave Wintour. Of interest are the numerous credits on the sleeves notes for all four tracks which include only two Wurzels - Pete Budd and Tommy Banner. In full the credits given are: Tommy Banner (accordion, keyboard, harmonies), Geoff Betsworth (acoustic guitar, dobro, steel guitar, harmonies), Pete Budd (banjo and lead vocal) and Malcolm Mason (guitar, sequences, harmonies). Becky Hutchison, Emma Richardson, Anna Chaddock and Sarah Clarke - backing vocals and cheers on 'I Want To Be An Eddie Stobart Driver'. The sleeve artwork - for all formats - shows a cartoon of all four members of the band.
There were four new and previously unreleased tracks on this EP - I Want To Be An Eddie Stobart Driver, You Can't Kid A Kidder, 40 & Bone Dry and Rig Jig. They were all studio recordings, recorded at the Lemon Grass Studio in Cumbia. The title song was the brainchild of Loose Records owner Andy Titcombe. Issued in three formats the EP was an entry in the lower reaches of the UK Top 100. Although the sleeve notes claim that the tracks were taken "from the forthcoming album 'Wurzel, Hits, The Road' " - this album (WURZELCD201) was never recorded.
Typical of early CDs this single was manufactured with black font on silver background.
The case insert was produced on thin glossy card with the same information was can be found on the cassette insert (there was no sleeve or insert with the shaped- vinyl version of this single)
An unusual example of the inner sleeve of this CD release bought at an online auction site - autographed by Pete Budd and Tommy Banner it came with two concert tickets tucked inside. The tickets were for a gig held on the 16th June 1995 - a few weeks before the official release of this disc.This gig was clearly a promotion for the CD/Vinyl/Cassette release being arranged by the Loose record label and their Lemon Grass recording studio.
I Want To Be An Eddie Stobart Driver I wanna be an Eddie Stobart driver (driver) Behind the wheel is where I wanna be (Eddie Stobart) Oh let me be an Eddie Stobart driver (ooh arr ooh) (oh arr) The finest firm in haulage history Everywhere you go you know, you'll spot the Eddie spotters Stobart's the name they wanna see (ah) And all the other trucks and trailers They're just counted out as failures And anyway he's the only man for me I wanna be an Eddie Stobart driver (driver) Nowadays we all sing Eddie's praise (Eddie Stobart) Oh let me be an Eddie Stobart driver (ooh arr ooh) Cos Eddie Stobart rules the motorways You know I wanna hear the children I wanna hear them cheer like they cheer Eddie (Eddie!) When he overtakes us from afar (oh arr) With his fan club expanding He just leaves the others standing I'd love to be a Stobart superstar I wanna be an Eddie Stobart driver (driver) Behind the wheel is where I wanna be (Eddie Stobart) Oh let me be an Eddie Stobart driver (ooh arr ooh) The finest firm in haulage history Come on now Eddie, let's take it up a tod, keep on a-trucking Now I'll tell you just how far I'll, go on up to Carlisle And I'll tell you what I'll do when I arrive I'm gonna walk right up to Eddie And I'm gonna say 'ere Eddie, look I'm ready So put I on the road now, and let I drive, ha ha! Cos I want to be an Eddie Stobart driver (driver) That's exactly what I want to be (that's what I wanna be) And if I can't be an Eddie Stobart driver (ooh arr ooh) I'm going home to burn my HGV (ooh arr ooh) Yes I am, I'm going home to burn my HGV Ah, and I shall be burning my Wurzel scarf as well then, Cos I shall have a brand new Eddie Stobart suit I shall look the proper job Mother'll be as proud as punch You Can't Kid A Kidder You can swing upon that lucky star Or throw seven on a dice Spin that double header far And make tails come up twice You can sail yourself around the world And get back home for dinner What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder You can buy a two-way ticket to heaven On the never-never plan You can do anything that you want to Yes you can (no you can't) yes you can Maybe the cider will loosen your mind But it won't make you no singer What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder Grab your broomstick from the shelf And take it for a spin You can congratulate yourself When your ship comes in Sling your hook and cast your line To catch a Big Mac double humdinger What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder You can turn your deaf ear to the wind And hear your favourite tune Catch a train to rainbow's end And go sailing round the moon Spin that drum just one more time And be the lottery winner What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder You can swing upon that lucky star Or throw seven on a dice Spin that double header far And make tails come up twice You can sail yourself around the world And get back home for dinner What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine But you can't kid a kidder Wha's mean hang on? I finished this song now an' I? Oh, the wrong words is it? Oh aye, well I'll, I'll just check it out on me wordsheet look Oh! Aha! You can't catch a kipper! Ha! Well that's a bit of a red herring innit?
Forty And Bone Dry I was trucking along just the other day, through the wind and the driving rain When I passed this guy on a two wheeled beast, his eyes screwed up in pain About twenty I guess but he was only dressed for riding in fine and dry Just-a jeans of blue and a fine tattoo, I bet he's wondering why Rather be wet and twenty, than forty and bone dry Cos you can ride this rain right out of them jeans Beneath the next blue sky And I'm a-thinking back down that stony track Just-a how fast the time goes by I'd rather be wet and twenty Lord, than forty and bone dry Now in my old Ford I feel quite a Lord, in fact I'm the King of the road Fancy travelling around this dirty old town, trying hard to loosen my load And I'm a-feeling fine though my teeth ain’t mine, and my weight's just a little bit high My hair's getting thin, I've got a double chin, it ain’t no wonder why Rather be wet and twenty, than forty and bone dry Cos you can ride this rain right out of them jeans Beneath the next blue sky And I'm a-thinking back down that stony track Just-a how fast the time goes by I'd rather be wet and twenty Lord, than forty and bone dry I'd rather be wet and twenty, than forty and bone dry Cos you can ride this rain right out of them jeans Beneath the next blue sky And I'm a-thinking back down that stony track Just-a how fast the time goes by I'd rather be wet and twenty Lord, than forty and bone dry I'd rather be wet and twenty Lord, than forty and bone dry Lyrics Kindly transcribed by E.Bryant, Verified by Professor Wurzel