Met A Girl At A Hill-climb

Joined Up For A Good Time

Had A Kid And A Blue Dog

Most Days We Got On The Grog



I Was Born In A Petrol Head Town

Found Jesus A Quarter Mile Down The Road

Lost My Cherry In An Old Caravan

I Was Raised A Petrol Head Man



Wazza Wazza Was A Mate O' Mine

We Left The Dogs And The Kids Behind

We Hit The Highway Following Nothing More

Than The Roar Of A 454