Uncle Pete

My uncle pete was a trucker
Riding that nullarbour 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 would drive that rig for real
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 the 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 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