Lyrics:
dropped dead
The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a superman to survive
even knowing
No emotion in my face, no movement in my legs
But the car still kept going
Woke up, lorry (flash)
Panic, (break), skid, (crash)
And your misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken fancier came to play
With his long red beard
And his sister's weird
She drives a lorry
no be lorry o
Story story ah
And if you say you got talla show it o
Story story ah
Oh my God I'm going crazy I'm going crazy
For the things I'm
gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But, oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
you roll on roads
Over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads
Pumping petrol gas
And you make them long
And you make them tough
But they just go
you roll on roads
Over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads
Pumping petrol gas
And you make them long
And you make them tough
But they just go
she drives a lorry).
Laughed down by the putting green --
I popped `em in their holes.
Four and twenty labourers were labouring --
digging up their
need to get excited
As the lorries bring the bacon in
'Cos the housewives are all singing
Groovy times are here again
They discovered one black Saturday
and oranges)
(Apples and oranges, Apples and oranges)
(Apples and oranges)
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man she's on the run
Down by
sinking
Back of a lorry
Holy hitching
Dreadfully sorry
Apple scrumping
Born in the war
Birthday punching
He man drag
In the glittering ballroom
misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard and his sister's weird, she drives a lorry
Laughed down by
So I could ring a small bell in your heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was on the road,
Sleeping between lorry lights, oh no
la
The music room would make you grin
It's cold as a freezing pit
There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in
Let's split
I quite like a breast
lady,
Like don sliver far line, water run daily
Sorry, I do it, can't buy soldier lorry, can't sleep at night,
Never do it for sight, I am sorry, hush,
I could be the driver in 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
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
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 gushing
an addiction like a hole in the ass
Rowche Rumble
Rowche Rumble
I send 70 pounds instead of 70 p to
Pharmaceutical company Rowche AG
The lorry arrived the next
I was wearing last summer?
I wish I was glad for you, but I'm sorry
Did the whole thing fall off the back of a lorry?
That little blue number,
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 gushing
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
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