Dan Bull - Life Of A Trucka lyrics

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Dan Bull - Life Of A Trucka lyrics

You alright, fella? Yeah, mate, I ent seen you in ages, chap How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker Ha, pull out the gaffer's yard in a large cab Ah, that feeling rubber rubbing on the Tarmac My, my, I see the skyline fly by Due to my tyre size, I'm sure I'm a mile high Energy sending me serenity, firefly A soiled dirty magazine is my private life So if you see my lorry rocking in a 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 have a parking ticket And if I catch a traffic cop who starts to stick it I'll tell him where exactly up his 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 the times, bruv: "Ooh, dial-up" Man, trucking is the life and I live it Now I want to pimp my ride, call up Xzibit Tell him attach some lights and a different trim Go-faster stripes and some wicked rims Hypnotised by the strobe of the cat's eyes And when the rain flows, I am baptised How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker Forget that big rig over the road Racing past him like nobody knows I'm not overly loaded down with a load of wheels So many going 'round, it's unreal I feel appeal in the cab of my truck So I seal the deal and peel off like a scab, yuk Call it meals on wheels 'cause I'm delivering Four tonnes of peas on 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 trucker How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker How's it going mate? What up, mucka? Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker Life of a trucka 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