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Well, he may have a fancy title
A name-plate on his desk
He spends the week at a business course
With a badge pinned on his chest
He's got the latest model company car
And a dark blue tie to match
But, lady, please don't count your chicks
Before they've even hatched
'Cause he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Won't leave the road till he's dead
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He's a truck driver in his head
Lunch with his new client
On the company account
Wine and, "Please, another course"
No limit on amount
'Cause he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Won't leave the road till he's dead
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He's a truck driver in his head
Well, he once had a wife I am told
But now he don't mention her name
She meant more than he ever knew
Until she went away
But he still gets drunk with the boys
Makes a lot of noise, oh yeah
Bold as brass, scratches his arse
Swears with the Joes he employs
With a right foot heavy as lead
Denies every word he's said
A punch from the south, a big ugly mouth
He's a truck driver in his head
Don't try to brand him, no one understands him
But the truck driver in his head
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