My Uncle Pete was a trucker
Riding that Nullarbor Plain
Ten split gears and an overdrive
Chrome stacks shooting out flames

He'd throw me up into the cab
My little hands would grip the wheel
I would dream about the day
I could drive that rig for real
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Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall, waving goodbye to
The girl next door
Rolling, rolling, today I'm the king of my street,
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete

Heading west on highway one
My eyes are glued to the road
The two-way always in my hand
"Little Buddy" that's my code

We pull into Micks for a pie and chips
Not a brussel sprout in sight
Some yarns to spin as we listen to
Slim Then we drive into the night

If I had one wish I'd wanna be,
If I had one wish I'd wanna be,
If I had one wish I'd wanna be like my Uncle Pete