Free advice
To all of you job huntersI'll give you some advice
When you see a trucker passing by
And you think that would be nice
Dont be a lorry driver
Avoid it if you can
You spend your whole life
Living in a traffic jam
I worked for an asshole
His name i cant tell you
There was not enough hours in the day
To do what he wanted to
It was ah now this and ah now that
And if that as far as you have got
While the only thing that he would drive
Was me into an early plot
He sits up in his office
his heater at his ass
Says i know the roads are slippy
But you have to get there fast
He shakeshis head and mumbles
Not much money made today
And i need another beemer
So there'll be no rise in pay
You finally leave the trafficjam
Out on the country road
You think you might just get somewhere
With your heavy load
You turn around the corner
A farmer pulls out from a gate
You'd have passed him in a second
But of course he couldn't wait
Instead he stops and blocks the road
To close the bloody gate
In fact do be a lorry driver
our life will just be fab
You'll see the wonders of the world
From the inside of your cab
So do your lessons pass your test
It will all work out just fine
Youll get a job no problem
I JUST HOPE TO GOD ITS MINE
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