50 Tons On Your Back

Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta, When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat. He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'. I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'. Well I was barreling down ol' Highway 31, Admiring the scenery in the hot sun. Pulled over 'cross the Murray to fuel up, Have a shower and throw some coffee in my cup. Then wait for the midnight rush, You know a boy loves to smell that charcoal dust. Something appeared from nowhere out behind, It was a flash of a red and blue light. Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta, When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat. He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'. I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'. Well the coppers eyes opened wider than Ayres Rock, He grabbed me by the arm and did his block. When I asked him where he was taking me, He said 'Son you've got a date with destiny'. Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta, When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat. He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'. I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'. INSTRUMENTAL I did my time in cell block 21, The copper said 'I hope you've learned your lesson son'. Well I thought about it for a while, and this is what I told him: 'Next time I'm overweight I won't push my luck, I'll remember to pump those bloody tyres up'. Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta, When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat. He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'. I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'. Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta.