Met a girl at a hill-climb

Joined up for a good time

Had a kid and a blue dog

Most days we got on the grog

I was born in a petrol head town

Found Jesus a quarter mile down the road

Lost my cherry in an old caravan

I was raised a petrol head man

Wazza Wazza was a mate o' mine

We left the dogs and the kids behind

We hit the highway following nothing more

Than the roar of a 454