I was truckin' down the road in my ol' Bedford ten-tonner
When the arm of the law, said stop your road runner
Get out of that cab, and remember your place
Your talkin' to the law and it don't like yer face
Got booked for speeding and indecent language too
You'd think the road police had nothing else to do
I'm just a working class man, with a working class tool
Trying to make a working class living, that's all
I went rolling down the road, to the depot I was working
Where the foreman's big mouth said, stop you've been shrinking
Get out of that truck, and them company clothes
I nut him in the face, and broke his long nose
Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot
You'd think 5 years service is something but it's not
I'm just a working class man
With a working class soul
Tryin' to make a working class wage packet roll
Working class man, working class man, working class man
Carrying the working class can can can can
Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot
You'd think 5 years service is something but it's not
I'm just a working class man
With a working class soul
Tryin' to make a working class wage packet roll
I went running down the road to the trucker's faithful union
Where a white collared "John" said, stop no communion
Get out of this shed with your complaining views
I ain't stamping your card, you ain't been paying your dues
Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand
You think a truck union would lend a helping hand
I'm just a working class man
With a working class rent
Trying to make a working class family content
Working class man, working class man
Working class man
Carrying the working class can can can can
Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand
You think a truck union would lend a helping hand
I'm just a working class man
With a working class rent
Trying to make a working class family content
Trying to make a working class family content
Trying to make a working class family content
Trying to make a working class family content
Trying to make a working class family content