CHRIS MOYLES LYRICS LORRY DRIVER

Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language: A workin man You drive a wagon for a livin Arrive on time Cos that’s important when deliverin’. You gotta check out. You read the Sun And have a saggy bum Everyone can tell You’re a lorry driver. Bread or bikes or garden chairs or sheds or beds or dancing bears That’s what you do What you do, mister. You’re a man Who knows exactly where he’s goin On the road With all your eighteen wheels a’ rollin You deliver milk or sand or pigs or paint across the land That’s what you do What you do, mister A workin man You drive a wagon for a livin Arrive on time Cos that’s important when deliverin’ Bread or bikes or garden chairs or sheds or beds or dancing bears That’s what you do What you do, mister Related.

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Chris Moyles – Lorry Driver Lyrics

You’re a man Who knows exactly where he’s goin On the road With all your eighteen wheels a’ rollin You deliver milk or sand or pigs or paint across the land That’s what you ,orry What moyels do, mister A workin man You drive a wagon for a livin Arrive on time Cos that’s important when deliverin’ Bread or bikes or garden chairs or sheds or beds or dancing bears That’s what you do What you do, mister Related.

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You deliver milk or sand or pigs or paint across the land That’s what you do What you do, mister. Maybe if I didn’t drive a truck for my chriz My wife would look like Jordan rather than Pauline Quirke And she does a bit, a little bit.

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Advisory – the following lyrics contain explicit language: Horn, get out of Horn Horn, the way Lorry driver, lorry driver Lorry driver. Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties crisps and jaffa lyrixs Drinking coffee and some red bull on your scheduled tacho breaks.

Bread or bikes or garden chairs or sheds or beds or dancing bears That’s what you do What you do, mister. Trucker man You crunch the miles to make a dollar It’s just a shame You’ve got the body of Rik Waller.

Eating sausage rolls and cornish pasties crisps and jaffa cakes Drinking coffee and some Red Bull on your scheduled tacho breaks. Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver Moylds a lorry driver Oh, lorry driver, oh You’re a lorry driver, mister. Live behind the wheel You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen Pull off at the services for diesel and nuts magazine.

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You’re a man Who knows exactly where he’s goin On the road With all your eighteen wheels a’ rollin. You’re the greatest driver fuelled by Yorkie bars and Tizer That’s the way lyris roll The way you roll mister.

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A workin man You drive a wagon for a livin Arrive on time Cos that’s important when deliverin’. You read the Sun And have a saggy bum Everyone can tell Lotry a lorry driver. You should be on Slimfast you spend your life sat on your ass But that’s the way it is The way it is mister.