18 WHEELER
(Clarke / Wilde)
I’m an 18-Wheeler, rolling up the road
I’m an 18-Wheeler, heavy heavy 10-ton load
If you like trucks, you’re in luck, we’ll be friends today 18 wheels
I’m an 18-Wheeler, 53 foot long
Semi-articulated, big red lorry, big black tires
2 in front, 8 in the middle, 8 in the back
That’s 18 wheels

I’m an 18-Wheeler, running late
Put my foot down pedal to the metal and hit the interstate Windshield wipers slapping
and mud-flaps flapping
Rushing, pushing, gotta make time
18 wheels

Nothing can make me stop, nothing can make me stop
Except a red light, stop sign, road-work, police check Truck stop open late & traffic
jams (and the price of gas)
But apart from that, nothing can make me stop
Nothing can make me stop
Except cows crossing, tires shredding, weigh stations Friends in need of help
I just keep rolling and rolling and rolling and rolling
And rolling on

We’re all 18-Wheelers, but don’t just stand and stare
Join the convoy rolling thunder headed over there
We might burn rubber, make wide turns
But we’ll never cut you off
We’re just looking for some fuels
That don’t pollute the earth
Pure bio-diesel or blended, even ethanol
Or water for our 18 wheels

Nothing will make us stop (stop)
Nothing will cut us off (off)
Oh no, no way
We’ll just keep rolling on