Well, my Uncle Pete was a trucker, he was riding that Nullarbor plain
He had ten split gears and an overdrive, chrome stack shooting out flame
He'd throw me up into the cab, my little hands would grip the wheel
I would dream about the day, that I could drive that rig for real
And I'll be
Rolling, rolling
Rolling around the world
I'm ten years old, I'm ten feet tall
Waving good bye to the girls next door
Rolling, rolling
Today I'm the king of my street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm's hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
We're heading west on Highway One, my eyes are glued to the road
I got my two-way, it's always in my hand, "little buddy", that's my code
We'd pull into Mick's for a pie and chips, not a brussel sprout in sight
Just some yarns to spin as we listen to Slim and we ride into the night
And I'll be
Rolling, rolling
Rolling around the world
Ten years old, I'm ten feet tall
Waving goodbye to the girls next door
Rolling, rolling
Today I'm the king of my street
My sleeves rolled up and my arm's hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete (drive off Doug)
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And I'll be
Rolling, rolling
I'm rolling around the world
I'm ten years old and ten feet tall
Showing off in front of the girls next door
Rolling, rolling
Today I'm the king of my street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm's hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
And I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm's hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
If I had one wish, I'd wanna be
And if I had one wish, I'd wanna be
Had one wish, I wanna be like my Uncle Pete