Lyrics:
gonna take you down to Harley Street
Such a shame you had that crash
That will teach you to drive flash
and a lorry hit you at full power
Your blood
I could be the driver an articulated lorry
I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I
It's the first day of spring
With clean air in the wind
And everything is just like it should be
The roads are jammed up with lorries and cars
Sidney Wells he drove the country North to South
On the walkie-talkie, shooting off his mouth
All the lorry drivers thought he was a laugh
They
hopsa Lorry.
Quanna quanna quanna may
Iomtali. Iomtalo. Hey hey hey
Drink from bottle when I home alone
Spank the kids with a fork
Run
old-fashioned movies
Where Bogart gets the dame
But a lorry load of Lorre
Is still the score of pain
And he sings
I may be ugly
But I've got
deliver them bones
And I've got a lorry, it's me own bone shaker
Where's there old knuckle joints, I'll be the undertaker
I'll come calling 'round just
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
on roads
Over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas
And you make 'em long
And you make them tough
But they just go on and on
It seems
day,
Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one,
We could go dancing, we could go walking,
we could go shopping, we could
Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one
We could go dancing, we could go walking
We could go shopping, we could keep
tight roads, how did they park up?
How did they unload?
You know that digger you bought?
You know that lorry you load?
How did you park up?
How did
and the Face ID
There was a minute where I had it, yeah
Just as the lorry turned and left the air
Under the access code and the Face ID
I'm sick
We'll play on the road
Flytipping, careful as you go
And we'll watch as the lorries
Transport their precious loads
With a bag in our hands
(woo)
Oh now
I feel the wind blow
Well, you can indicate everything you see
Yes, you can indicate everything you see
Oh now
I load a lorry
but she gettin' a Uber
HGV, driving a lorry today, this chick got more than a fupa
Me and bae like Alice and Luther, we're like sat and suma
I'm in
Seven lonely days in a fifty ton lorry
I know you made me what I am
And I fall to pieces
Johnny Cash in black singin'
Undertand your man from
St.
ten ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody got the better of you know who
Two, four, six, eight,
ten ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody got the better of you know who
Two, four, six, eight,
dry so I bought us both a bottle
In downtown Broken Bow
Lorries got a buddy with a double wide trailer
They were shaking dominoes
And I had good
Old man lyin' by the side of the road
With the lorries rollin' by
Blue moon sinkin' from the weight
Of the load as the buildings scrape the sky
Cold
distilled it
Thinking you critic but roll in a civic
The lorry on limit (Delorean limit?)
No time for the gimmicks addicted
Admit it so what? Have a rough
motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen
On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November
And you wonder if there's
down
A lorry load of volunteers
Approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone
And their leader was a Limerick
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