Champion At Keeping Them Rolling

I am an old-timer, I travel the road
I sit in the wagon, and lumber’s my load
My hotel’s the jungle, my cab’s my abode
And I’m well known to Blondie and Mary
My liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea
And the old highway code was my first ABC
And I cut my teeth on an old AEC
And I’m champion at keeping them rolling
I’ve sat in the cabin and broiled in the sun
Been snowed up on scaffs on the Manchester run
Crawled through the fog with my twenty-two ton
Of fish that was stinking like blazes
From London to Glasgow to the Newcastle quay
From Liverpool, Preston and Bristol City
The polons on the road give the thumb sign to me
For I’m champion at keeping them rolling
You may sing of your soldiers and sailors so bold
But there’s many and many a hero untold
Who sits at the wheel in the heat and the cold
Day after day without sleeping
So watch out for cops and slow down at the bend
Check all your gauges and watch your big end
And zig with your lights when you pass an old friend
You’ll be champion at keeping them rolling