Champion At Keeping Them Rolling

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