Blue
Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the move
Blue
Strange colour [bad word] back to you
Pushing through
Pouring rain
Nearly there
Nearly there
Oh, blue

Blue
Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the move
Hey, little mister driver man
Keep your head up
We are nearly there
I am racing
Outside and below myself
Nearly forgot myself there
Nearly there
Yeah

Oh, everybody's sleeping now
An industrial silence singing
And the rain will keep hammering down from over head
There's a blue, blue, strange colour blue
Let me dream of me and you
While how the rain [bad word] down
Hard
 [bad word] down the window
Like a vein on my arm [bad word] down the window
Like a vein on my arm
Yeah

This is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly there

This is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly there

Oh blue
Strange colour, a colour blue
colour blue
Oh, blue, blue, blue, yeah
Strange colour, a colour blue
colour blue
Oh, blue