How you going?
All good. How's you?
I'm live and kicking
All these years driving truck have built me gut
Quack says I need to lose it
Poor heart and diabetes
And with him carrying on
Stress!
Makes you want to jump in front of the bus
But summers coming
The day is warming
The rain is holding
And here you are
Another of ample girth
Waiting at this light so's we can cross
Together
And see the beach
Love life good friend
G'day
