| You alright, fella?
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| Yeah, mate
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| I ent seen you in ages, chap
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| How’s it going mate?
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| What up, mucka?
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| Me, I’m doing bloody great
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| I’m a trucker
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| Ha!
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| Pull out the gaffer’s yard in a large cab
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| Ah, that feeling rubber rubbing on the Tarmac
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| My, my, I see the skyline fly by
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| Due to my tyre size, I’m sure I’m a mile high
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| Energy sending me serenity, Firefly
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| A soiled dirty magazine is my private life
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| So if you see my lorry rocking in a lay-by
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| It may be quite wise not to knock and say hi
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| The way I pull up, it’s hard to miss it
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| But if I leave it here I’ll have a parking ticket
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| And if I catch a traffic cop who starts to stick it
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| I’ll tell him where exactly up his arse I’ll kick it
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| When I park like this, then I ooze style, look
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| Never mind if it’s risking a huge pile-up
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| I park it like it’s hot, a used fire truck
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| You’re behind the times, bruv: «Ooh, dial-up…»
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| Man, trucking is the life and I live it
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| Now I want to pimp my ride, call up Xzibit
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| Tell him attach some lights and a different trim
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| Go faster stripes and some wicked rims
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| Hypnotised by the strobe of the cat’s eyes
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| And when the rain flows, I am baptised
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| How’s it going mate?
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| What up, mucka?
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| Me, I’m doing bloody great
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| I’m a trucker
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| Forget that big rig over the road
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| Racing past him like nobody knows
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| I’m not overly loaded down with a load of wheels
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| So many going round, it’s unreal
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| I feel appeal in the cab of my truck
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| So I seal the deal and peel off like a scab, yuk
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| Call it meals on wheels
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| ‘cause I’m delivering four tonnes of peas
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| On four tonnes of steel
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| From city scenery to greenery
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| This is the epitome of machinery
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| It’s just me and the road, woop woop!
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| Man, I feel like Toad, poop poop!
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| My windscreen is an ever-shifting picture
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| From Carlisle to Calais, Koln, Katowice
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| I stop off at Rostock before turning
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| And burning rubber all the way back home to Birmingham
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| How’s it going mate?
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| What up, mucka?
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| Me, I’m doing bloody great
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| I’m a trucker
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| Life of a trucker
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| Wouldn’t change it for anything, man
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| Shove your office job up your arse, mate
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| It’s just me and the road now…
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| Me and the road |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life of a Trucka, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming IV, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп