My Uncle Pete was a trucker, riding down the Nullarbor plain
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ten split gears and an overdrive, crome stack shooting out flames
He'd throw me up into the cab, my little hands would grip the wheel
and I would dream about the day, I could drive that rig for real
Rolling, rolling,.. rolling around the world
ten years old and ten feet tall
waving good bye to the girl next door
rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street
I've 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 allways in my hand, "little buddy" thats my code
We'd pull into Mick's 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
Chorus, instrumental
Rolling, rolling,.. rolling around the world
ten years old and ten feet tall
showing off in front of the girl next door
rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street
I've got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
as I drive off with Uncle Pete
I've got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
as I drive off with Uncle Pete
as I drive off with Uncle Pete
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.
