Sometimes I feel guilty
Because I can't work
I wonder when they see me
If they think that I'm a shirk
It was like my job
Was designed just for me
Nowhere to be honest
Would I rather be
A flat bed truck
My office on wheels
And where when it's quiet
I would eat my meals
Apex roundabout
Junction M3
Waiting for a call out
A starting point for me
A breakdown a crash
A car on it's roof
The burnt out Skoda
That wasn't fireproof
Working hours driving hours
Many regulations
Measuring performance
With analytic applications
I was the fifth emergency
Always on the go
Always start in Surrey
But who knows where I would go
Tougher in the Winter
In the snow and rain
But that's the time for accidents
Again and again and again
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