Roll buddy roll buddy roll
It'll take more than sixteen gears
To save your mortal soul.
Dig that smokin' diesel 'n' fairy lights
Pop a few more little white pills 'n' we'll really fly.

And I ain't got money, but I got plenty of time
To dig these little white lines.

Burn rubber burn rubber burn
There ain't a highway made
That can take these handbrake turns.
Don't slow down they'll never catch ya
And when we're outta beer bring on the grappa.

And I ain't got money, but I got some crazy tatoos
And a feel for the blues.

And if I die, wrap my body up
And tie it tightly to the wheels
Of a big black semi-truck.
Then in the night, I will ride
To the place that truckers go when they die