I am an old-timer, I travel the road I sit in me wagon and lumber me load The hotel's me jungle, the caff's me abode And I'm well known to Blondie and Mary Me liquor is diesel oil laced with strong tea And the old highway code was me first abc I cut my teeth on an old AEC And I'm champion at keeping them rolling I've sat in me cabin and broiled in the sun Been snowed up on Shap on the Manchester run I've crawled through the fog with me twentytwo ton Of fish that was stinking like blazes From London to Glasgow to Newcastle quay Liverpool, Preston to Bristol City The polones on the road give the thumb sign to me For I'm champion at keeping them rolling You may sing of your sailors, soldiers so bold But there's many and many a hero untold Who sits by the wheel in the the heat and the cold Day after day without sleeping So watch out for cops and slow down at bends Check all your gauges and watch your big ends And zig with your lights when you pass an old friend You'll be champion at keeping them rolling