Life of a Trucka Songtext
von Dan Bull
Life of a Trucka Songtext
(Yeah mate)
(Ain′t seen you in ages chap)
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
Pull out the Gaffers Yard in a large cab
Ah that feelin′ rubber rubbing on the tarmac
My, my I see the sky line fly by
Due to my tire size
I'm sure I′m a mile high
Energy.
Sending me serenity,
Firefly.
A soil'd dirty magazine is my private life
So, if you see my lorry rocking in the lay-by
It may be quite wise not to knock and say "Hi!"
The way I pull up, it′s hard to miss it
But, if i leave it here I'll ′ave a parkin' ticket.
And If I catch a trafic cop who starts to stick it.
I'll tell him exacly where is arse I′ll kick it.
When I park like this, then I ooze style, look
Never mind if it′s risking a huge pile-up
I park it like it's hot,
A used fire truck
You′re behind in times, bruv
Oh, Dial-up.
Man
Truckin' is my life
an′ I live it.
Now I wanna pimp ma' ride.
call up Xzibit.
Tell ′im: "Attach some lights
and a different trim
"Go Faster!" stripes
and some wicked rims"
Hypnotised by the strobe in the cat's eyes
An' when the rain flows I am baptised
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I′m a trucka'.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka'.
Forget that Big Rig over the road,
Racing past him like nobody knows
I′m not overly loaded down
With a load o′ wheels
So many going round
It's unreal
I fell a peel in the cab of my truck,
so I seal a deal
and pull of like a scab
(Yuck)
Call it meals on wheels
′Cause I'm delivering four tonnes of peas and four tonnes of steel
From city scenery to greenery.
This is the epitome of machinery
It′s just me and the road, woop woop!
Man, I feel like Toad, poop poop!
My windscreen is an ever shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Koln, Katowice
I stop off at Rostock before turning
And burning rubber all the way back home to Birmingham
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
Life of a trucker
Wouldn't change it for anything, man
Shove your office job up your arse, mate
It′s just me and the road now
Me and the road
(Ain′t seen you in ages chap)
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
Pull out the Gaffers Yard in a large cab
Ah that feelin′ rubber rubbing on the tarmac
My, my I see the sky line fly by
Due to my tire size
I'm sure I′m a mile high
Energy.
Sending me serenity,
Firefly.
A soil'd dirty magazine is my private life
So, if you see my lorry rocking in the lay-by
It may be quite wise not to knock and say "Hi!"
The way I pull up, it′s hard to miss it
But, if i leave it here I'll ′ave a parkin' ticket.
And If I catch a trafic cop who starts to stick it.
I'll tell him exacly where is arse I′ll kick it.
When I park like this, then I ooze style, look
Never mind if it′s risking a huge pile-up
I park it like it's hot,
A used fire truck
You′re behind in times, bruv
Oh, Dial-up.
Man
Truckin' is my life
an′ I live it.
Now I wanna pimp ma' ride.
call up Xzibit.
Tell ′im: "Attach some lights
and a different trim
"Go Faster!" stripes
and some wicked rims"
Hypnotised by the strobe in the cat's eyes
An' when the rain flows I am baptised
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I′m a trucka'.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka'.
Forget that Big Rig over the road,
Racing past him like nobody knows
I′m not overly loaded down
With a load o′ wheels
So many going round
It's unreal
I fell a peel in the cab of my truck,
so I seal a deal
and pull of like a scab
(Yuck)
Call it meals on wheels
′Cause I'm delivering four tonnes of peas and four tonnes of steel
From city scenery to greenery.
This is the epitome of machinery
It′s just me and the road, woop woop!
Man, I feel like Toad, poop poop!
My windscreen is an ever shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Koln, Katowice
I stop off at Rostock before turning
And burning rubber all the way back home to Birmingham
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How's it going mate?
What up mucka′?
Me? I'm doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
How′s it going mate?
What up mucka'?
Me? I′m doing bloody great!
I'm a trucka′.
Life of a trucker
Wouldn't change it for anything, man
Shove your office job up your arse, mate
It′s just me and the road now
Me and the road
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