| The lights of the city are fadin' tonight
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| The dogs and the chains and the tarps are all tight
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| My windshield and mirrors are shiny and clear
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| So watch the revs rise as I reach for top gear
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| Oh 42 tyres I hear your sweet song
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| The gauges are steady as I roll along
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| Tomorrow will find me another new day
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| And the west will be 42 tyres away
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| Hey taxman and scalies don’t baulk me tonight
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| I’ve been on the bridge and my scales are right
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| No permit I need mine’s an interstate load
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| So give me a go at that old top end road
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| Hey 42 tyres I hear your sweet song
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| The gauges are steady as I roll along
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| Tomorrow will find me another new day
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| And the west will be 42 tyres away
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| Tourists beware of this big rig of mine
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| Caravanners keep to your side of the line
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| The wind in the tarp rope is music to me
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| I’m loaded at last and I sing for I’m free
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| Hey 42 tyres I hear your sweet song
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| The gauges are steady as I roll along
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| Tomorrow will find me another new day
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| And the west will be 42 tyres away |