Текст песни Petrolhead

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