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