My Uncle Pete was a trucker, riding down the Nullarbor plain a 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.