My Uncle Pete was a trucker, riding down the Nullarbor plain 
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ten split gears and an overdrive, crome stack shooting out flames 
He'd throw me up into the cab, my little hands would grip the wheel 
and I would dream about the day, I could drive that rig for real 
Rolling, rolling,.. rolling around the world 
ten years old and ten feet tall 
waving good bye to the girl next door 
rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street 
I've got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out 
as I drive off with Uncle Pete 
as I drive off with Uncle Pete 
Heading west on highway one my eyes are glued to the road 
the two way allways in my hand, "little buddy" thats my code 
We'd pull into Mick's for a pie and chips, not a brussel sprout in sight 
some yarns to spin as we listen to Slim, then we drive into the night 
Chorus, instrumental  x2 
Rolling, rolling,.. rolling around the world 
ten years old and ten feet tall 
showing off in front of the girl next door 
rolling rolling, today I'm king of my street 
I've got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out 
as I drive off with Uncle Pete 
I've got my sleeves rolled up and my arm 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 
If I had one wish I'd wanna be 
If I had one wish I'd wanna be 
Like my Uncle Pete.