My Uncle Pete was a trucker
Riding that Nullarbour Plain
Ten split gears and an overdrive
Chrome stacks shooting out flames

He'd throw me up into the cab
My little hands would grip the wheel
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 goodbye to the girl next door
Rolling, rolling,
Today I'm the king of the street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As i drive off with uncle pete
As i drive off with uncle pete

Headin' West on Highway One
My eyes glued to the road
The two-way always in my hand
"Little buddy" that's my code

We pull into Micks for a pie and chips
Not a brussels sprout in sight
Some yarns to spin as we listen to Slim
Then we drive into the night

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall,
Waving goodbye to the girl next door
Rolling, rolling,
Today I'm the king of the street
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As i drive off with uncle pete
As i drive off with uncle pete

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall,
Showin off in front of the girl next door
Rolling, rolling,
Today I'm the king of the street
I 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