Well at the moment our narrow, winding Norfolk lanes have 'big, red combine harvesters' chugging slowly along almost everywhere, and they cause the most annoying tailbacks. But I cheer myself up by singing this song in my head.
And my neighbour (the farm machinery mechanic) has the biggest red tractor I've ever seen parked right in front of his bungalow. He's been spot-welding the huge cutters attached to the front, and fitting a new bracket to hold the counter-weights.
I might compose a new song :" Big, red bloomin' tractor! Park it somewhere else, you clot!"