Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,
When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.
He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.
I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.
Well I was barreling down ol' Highway 31,
Admiring the scenery in the hot sun.
Pulled over 'cross the Murray to fuel up,
Have a shower and throw some coffee in my cup.
Then wait for the midnight rush,
You know a boy loves to smell that charcoal dust.
Something appeared from nowhere out behind,
It was a flash of a red and blue light.
Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,
When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.
He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.
I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.
Well the coppers eyes opened wider than Ayres Rock,
He grabbed me by the arm and did his block.
When I asked him where he was taking me,
He said 'Son you've got a date with destiny'.
Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,
When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.
He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.
I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.
I did my time in cell block 21,
The copper said 'I hope you've learned your lesson son'.
Well I thought about it for a while, and this is what I told him:
'Next time I'm overweight I won't push my luck,
I'll remember to pump those bloody tyres up'.
Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta,
When a boy in blue pulled me over for a chat.
He said 'I think you need a little air in those tyres'.
I said 'You would too with a 50 ton load on your back'.
Well I was high in the saddle at Tarcutta.
