| Well now you see that feller in the Louieville
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| He’s got a mighty fine opinion of his drivin' skills
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| Give him half a chance and he’ll bash your ear
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| Tell you how good he is!
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| He can drive all night and he can drive day
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| And still be on the ball or so he’ll say
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| But I can share a little yarn about his claim to fame
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| He’d rather not talk about
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| It was on the Newell highway in July last year
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| Somewhere after midnight it was cold but clear
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| I see this big rig parked in the middle of the road
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| Lit up like a Christmas tree!
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| Well you can well imagine I expected the worst
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| So I thought I’d take a look in the cabin first
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| Then I see you know who by the side of the road
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| Standin' there starin' at the stars and yellin'
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| «Beam me up Scotty im’a ready to ride
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| To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise
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| And boldly go through those starry skies
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| Hey I’ve proved my worth down here on earth
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| I’m a star trucker, star trucker
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| And it’s time for me to go interplanetary
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| I’m a star, star trucker «Guitar Solo
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| I gotta tell you boys it took me by surprise
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| To see the crazy look in that poor blokes eyes
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| And when he sees me comin' he starts to scream
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| «Klingons off the starboard bow»
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| Then I have this flash on how to make it work
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| I said «Son, it’s not the Klingons, it’s Captain Kirk»
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| He says «Sorry Captain it’s been a hell of a day»
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| And I just, can’t, push, it any harder
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| So beam me up Scotty im’a ready to ride
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| To take my place at the helm of the Enterprise
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| And boldly go through those starry skies
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| Hey I’ve proved my worth down here on earth
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| I’m a star trucker, star trucker
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| And it’s time for me to go interplanetary
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| I’m a star, star trucker
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| Star, star trucker |