I was truckin' down the road in my ol' Bedford ten-tonner When the arm of the law, said stop your road runner Get out of that cab, and remember your place Your talkin' to the law and it don't like yer face
Got booked for speeding and indecent language too You'd think the road police had nothing else to do I'm just a working class man, with a working class tool Trying to make a working class living, that's all
I went rolling down the road, to the depot I was working Where the foreman's big mouth said, stop you've been shrinking Get out of that truck, and them company clothes I nut him in the face, and broke his long nose
Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think 5 years service is something but it's not I'm just a working class man With a working class soul Tryin' to make a working class wage packet roll
Working class man, working class man, working class man Carrying the working class can can can can
Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think 5 years service is something but it's not I'm just a working class man With a working class soul Tryin' to make a working class wage packet roll
I went running down the road to the trucker's faithful union Where a white collared "John" said, stop no communion Get out of this shed with your complaining views I ain't stamping your card, you ain't been paying your dues
Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand You think a truck union would lend a helping hand I'm just a working class man With a working class rent Trying to make a working class family content
Working class man, working class man Working class man Carrying the working class can can can can
Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand You think a truck union would lend a helping hand I'm just a working class man With a working class rent Trying to make a working class family content
Trying to make a working class family content Trying to make a working class family content Trying to make a working class family content Trying to make a working class family content