Life of a Trucka - Dan Bull

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

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

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