Lyrics
Singles
The Man in the Green Overall
The Man in the Green Overall
Not every song belongs to an album.
Some come from the fire of a moment. Some from silence that needed sound.
“The Singles” is where we hold the outliers — the tributes, the laments, the songs that demanded their own space. They may stand alone, but they speak loudly.
Artist:
JUMBO BLOCK MUSIC
Label:
Studio Support:
Lyricist:
Andreas Zanni
Copyright:
© 2025 ZANNI GROUP
℗ 2025 ZANNI GROUP
The Man in the Green Overall
The Man in the Green Overall
The Man in the Green Overall
A gritty, hook-driven tribute to a man like no other — loud, loyal, relentless, and full of heart. With driving rhythm and storytelling fire, this song paints the portrait of a life built on hustle, humor, and hard-earned wisdom. He’s the fixer, the fighter, the friend you can’t pin down — but can always count on. A man too fast to catch, too proud to fall. Whether he’s building barns or disappearing into chaos, one thing’s certain: He’s the man in the green overall. Raw, real, and ready to shout, this is a song for everyone who knows someone unforgettable — the kind of soul that fills a room even when they’re gone.
Year: 2025
He hauled coal when he was just a boy
Delivered beer with sweat and joy
One old truck, a stubborn plan
Built a life with his two hands
He never waited, never stalled
Just picked up speed and made the call
Bought a farm, raised feathered flocks
And parked his dreams in muddy socks
Who’s the one that gets the call?
The man in the green overall!
Fixes fences, stands up tall?
The man in the green overall!
Got no time but gives it all
The man in the green overall!
No pigs — too much of that in life
But cows and chickens kept things rife
The phone still rings, he’s never far
He’ll know a guy who knows a car
Too fast to catch, too proud to fall
He moves through life, but answers all
A walking storm, a beating heart
He makes the mess, then builds the part
Who shows up before you fall?
The man in the green overall!
Drives through night to take your call?
The man in the green overall!
The one who builds, the one who brawls
The man in the green overall!
There was a time, a slower land
He didn’t lead, he took no stand
A week away, no plans to chase
He found his breath, he found his pace
He sat in silence, glass in hand
Then laughed so loud it shook the sand
A sheep’s eye stared — he took a bite
And toasted long into the night
He’s chaos wrapped in heavy boots
But somehow always finds the roots
You won’t find rest, or Sunday calm
But if you're lost, he'll be your psalm
He’s not perfect — he’s much more
He kicks the dust, then sweeps the floor
And when he leaves, you feel the space
Still filled with light and full of grace
Who's the legend in the hall?
The man in the green overall!
Drives the dream, answers the call?
The man in the green overall!
Not always there, but there through all
The man in the green overall!
The man in the green overall...
Still on the run, still knows it all
The man in the green overall...
First to laugh, last to fall
The man in the green overall
What we are waiting for?
The Man in the Green Overall
What we are waiting for?
“WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?” is an urgent call to face the extremes we live with — and to stop making excuses.
Line by line, the lyrics challenge us to adapt before the flood comes, to transform our cities block by block, and to bury the fear instead of our plans.
It’s not panic. It’s readiness.
It’s not just concrete. It’s a promise: no more flood, no more fear.
Year: 2025
We get stronger.
We get smarter.
New concrete.
New structure.
Better retention.
Bigger loads.
JUMBO BLOCK evolves
but the extremes too.
Block by block.
Street by street.
City by city.
What are you waiting for?
JUMBO BLOCK!
Underneath your feet it works.
JUMBO BLOCK!
No more flood, no more fear.
JUMBO BLOCK!
This is not panic.
This is readiness.
Say it: Readiness!
Adaptation is our chance.
So why hesitate?
Why debate?
Why bury your plans,
when you could bury the flood?
JUMBO BLOCK!
Underneath your feet – it works.
JUMBO BLOCK!
No more flood, no more fear.
JUMBO BLOCK!
Your streets drown.
Your people lose.
Your cities break,
and the excuses sound the same:
“Too new!”
“Too big!”
“Whatever!”
Say it: No more excuses!
The rain won’t wait,
for an approval.
Say it!
What we are waiting for?
Say it!
The blocks hold.
Say it!
No more flood.
Say it!
No more fear.
JUMBO BLOCK!
Underneath your feet it works.
JUMBO BLOCK!
No more flood,
no more flood.
JUMBO BLOCK!
Use what we know.
Use what we build,
and build it now.
One street adapted,
Blocks connected,
unlimited volume to store.
Cities transformed,
millions protected.
JUMBO BLOCK!
Underneath your feet it works.
JUMBO BLOCK!
No more flood, no more fear.
JUMBO BLOCK!
A new weather normal.
Adapt or drown.
Say it: Adapt or drown!
A new weather normal.
Adapt or drown.
Say it: Adapt or drown!
JUMBO BLOCK!
Underneath your feet it works.
JUMBO BLOCK!
No more flood, no more fear.
JUMBO BLOCK!
The future is underground.
The choice is ours.
So tell me
What are we waiting for?
They Took the Sycamore
Tropic Nights, La La La
What we are waiting for?
A haunting, poetic tribute to a living monument that stood for generations — a tree that held memory, meaning, and quiet belonging. With reverent, aching lines, the song mourns not just the felling of a sycamore, but the senseless loss of something sacred: a place where lives converged, where history rested in roots, where time stood still for love, grief, and peace. This is not just about a tree — it’s about what we lose when we stop listening to the land.
About the violence in carelessness, and the legacy of what once stood still. In a world that forgets too quickly, “They Took the Sycamore” dares to remember.
And to replant — not just trees, but meaning.
Year: 2025
Two hills watched for over a hundred years
One tree stood, and held our tears
Rooted deep where silence grew
Leaves like flags in northern blue
Shadowed stone and Hadrian’s wall
It stood through wind, through rise and fall
We carved our names, we kissed beneath
Told our stories in its wreath
A single life, not ours to break
But someone came with steel and hate
"They took the Sycamore"
Not just a tree
But something time
Had let us be
"They took the Sycamore"
Now the gap runs wide
Where memory stands
And roots still hide
They laughed and said it made a joke
But nothing’s funny in that smoke
Of fallen limbs and hearts gone numb
Where whispers once and birdsong come
They stole a crown from living ground
And left behind a haunted sound
The space is wide, but never whole
Like something missing from the soul
"They took the Sycamore"
We heard it fall
The breath of stone
Broke through us all
"They took the Sycamore"
But not its name
It still survives
In grief and flame
What takes a moment, took an age
And now it leaves an empty page
A blade, a laugh, a careless sin
What grew in us they can't cut in
"They took the Sycamore"
We won’t forget
It watched our youth
It watches yet
"They took the Sycamore"
But not our hands
We plant again
Across this land
Between two hills, the wind still speaks
Of roots and ghosts and ancient peaks
Tropic Nights, La La La
Tropic Nights, La La La
Tropic Nights, La La La
“Tropic Nights: La La La” is an ironic love letter to the endless Mediterranean summer — too hot, too dry, too carefree to care.
Sung like a lazy chant over melting gelato, warm spritz, and cracked fields, the song drifts through sunburnt piazzas, dry fountains, and heatwave nights that never bring a breeze.
Between playful “la la la’s” and tongue-in-cheek lines about dancing through droughts, it’s a chillwave pop anthem that smiles at our small talk about climate while we sip and sigh under Mediterranean skies.
Raise your glass. The water slips away. Troppo caldo, la la la!
Year: 2025
Summer sun is burning high,
No shade left, no clouds in sight.
Gelato melts before your eyes,
The river’s dry, the fountain lies.
Roads are bending in the heat,
Feet are sticking to the street.
Raise your glass and wipe your brow
Who needs water anyhow?
Spritz is warm, the bottles pile,
Fields are cracked for miles and miles.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just sweat and smile today.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!
Pizza crust and melting cheese,
Nights that never bring a breeze.
Tourists smile, the locals sigh,
Water’s gone but spirits high.
Warnings come and warnings go,
Who digs deep when heatwaves grow?
Hidden concrete could hold the rain
Too clever, baby — we stay the same.
Spritz is warm, the bottles pile,
Fields are cracked for miles and miles.
A giant vault beneath the ground?
Too easy to build — we dance without.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just sweat and smile today.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!
La la la under tropic skies,
Sleepless nights and tired eyes.
If the rain would only stay
We’d dance the drought and heat away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Raise your glass, the water slips away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just toast and hope it’s fine.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!
Not Gone
Tropic Nights, La La La
Tropic Nights, La La La
A tribute to a true rocker — bold in life, fearless in death. He left fire, not silence. His light still walks with us.
Year: 2025
I still hear your voice in the morning rain
See your coat still hanging by the frame
The room still breathes though you are gone
But the fire you lit keeps burning on
I walk past the café where we used to sit
The echo of laughter — it still won’t quit
The air still hums your favorite song
It feels like you were here all along
You're not gone — just out of view
I still walk this road with you
Every step, you shine inside
I walk ahead with your light
Photos fade but your smile remains
I carry your voice in the pouring rain
I try to be strong the way you’d be
But some nights still bring me to my knees
Time may take but can’t erase
What we built in sacred space
Love like that, it never dies
It walks beside me in the sky
You're not gone — just out of view
I still walk this road with you
Every breath, you're burning bright
I walk ahead with your light
I walk ahead...
With your light...
With your light...
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