Lorry Driver Lyrics - Singles - Chris Moyles

You're a man 

Who knows exactly where he's goin 

On the road 

With all your eighteen wheels a' rollin 

You deliver milk or sand 

or pigs or paint across the land 

That's what you do 

What you do, mister 

A workin man 

You drive a wagon for a livin 

Arrive on time 

Cos that's important when deliverin' 

Bread or bikes or garden chairs 

or sheds or beds or dancing bears 

That's what you do 

What you do, mister 

Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver 

You're a lorry driver 

Oh, lorry driver, oh 

You're a lorry driver, mister 

Horn, get out of 

Horn Horn, the way 

Lorry driver, lorry driver 

Lorry driver 

Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties 

crisps and jaffa cakes 

Drinking coffee and some red bull 

on your scheduled tacho breaks 

You work away 

For several days 

Life on the road 

You're a lorry driver 

Live behind the wheel 

You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen 

Pull off at the services 

for diesel and nuts magazine 

You read the Sun 

And have a saggy bum 

Everyone can tell 

You're a lorry driver 

Trucker man 

You crunch the miles to make a dollar 

It's just a shame 

You've got the body of Rik Waller 

You should be on Slimfast 

you spend your life sat on your ass 

But that's the way it is 

The way it is mister 

Off you go 

You've had a kip and had your dinner 

And hung up your 

New centrefold of Lucy Pinder 

You're the greatest driver 

fuelled by Yorkie bars and Tizer 

That's the way you roll 

The way you roll mister 

Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver 

You're a lorry driver 

Oh, lorry driver, oh 

You're a lorry driver, mister 

Horn, get out of 

Horn Horn, the way 

Lorry driver, lorry driver 

Lorry driver 

Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties 

crisps and jaffa cakes 

Drinking coffee and some Red Bull 

on your scheduled tacho breaks 

You work away 

For several days 

Life on the road 

You're a lorry driver 

Live behind the wheel 

You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen 

Pull off at the services 

for diesel and Nuts Magazine 

You read the Sun 

And have a saggy bum 

Everyone can tell 

You're a Lorry Driver 

Maybe if I didn't drive a truck for my work 

My wife would look like Jordan rather than Pauline Quirke 

And she does a bit, a little bit 

Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver 

You're a lorry driver 

Oh, lorry driver, oh 

You're a lorry driver, mister 

Horn, get out of 

Horn Horn, the way 

Lorry driver, lorry driver 

Lorry driver 

Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties 

crisps and jaffa cakes 

Drinking coffee and some Red Bull 

on your scheduled tacho breaks 

You work away 

For several days 

Life on the road 

You're a lorry driver 

Live behind the wheel 

You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen 

Pull off at the services 

for diesel and Nuts Magazine 

You read the Sun 

And have a saggy bum 

Everyone can tell 

You're a Lorry Driver 

Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties 

crisps and jaffa cakes 

Drinking coffee and some Red Bull 

on your scheduled tacho breaks 

Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver 

You're a lorry driver 

Oh, lorry driver, oh 

You're a lorry driver, mister