Life of a Trucka Songtext
von Dan Bull
Life of a Trucka Songtext
Yo, fella
Yeah mate
Haven′t seen you in ages, chap
How's it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
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
My soildirty 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 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 hard, a used fire truck
You're behind the times, bruv, oooh dial-up
Man, trucking is the life and I live it
Now I wanna 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 mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
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 a deal and peel off like a scab, yuck
Call it meals on wheels
'Cause I'm delivering four tonnes of peas on four tonnes of steel
Cruise from city scenery to greenery
This is the epitome of machinery
It′s just me and the road, whoop whoop
Man, I feel like tow, boop boop
My windscreen is an ever-shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Köln, 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 mucker?
Me? I'm doing bloody great, I′m a trucker
How's it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
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
Yeah mate
Haven′t seen you in ages, chap
How's it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
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
My soildirty 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 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 hard, a used fire truck
You're behind the times, bruv, oooh dial-up
Man, trucking is the life and I live it
Now I wanna 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 mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
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 a deal and peel off like a scab, yuck
Call it meals on wheels
'Cause I'm delivering four tonnes of peas on four tonnes of steel
Cruise from city scenery to greenery
This is the epitome of machinery
It′s just me and the road, whoop whoop
Man, I feel like tow, boop boop
My windscreen is an ever-shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Köln, 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 mucker?
Me? I'm doing bloody great, I′m a trucker
How's it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How′s it going mate? What up mucker?
Me? I′m doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
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
Writer(s): Dan Bull Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
