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
