Lyrics

[Verse] I was trucking down the road in my old Bedford ten-tenner When the arm of the law said, "Stop you road runner Get out of that cab and remember your place You're talking to the Law and it don't like your 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 [Verse] I went rolling down the road to the depot I was working Where the foreman's big mouth said, "Stop, you've been shirking Get out of that truck and them company clothes" I nut him in the face and I broke his long nose Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think five years' service is something but it's not I'm just a working class man with a working class soul Trying to make a working class wage packet roll [Chorus] Working class man Working class man Working class man Carrying the working class can, can, can, can, can [Verse] Got sacked for fighting, cards and money on the spot You'd think five years' service is something but it's not I'm just a working class man with a working class soul Trying to make a working class wage packet roll [Verse] 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'd 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 [Chorus] Working class man Working class man Working class man Carrying the working class can, can, can, can, can [Verse] Got fined for arrears I won't ever understand You'd 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