4:58 AM [Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin] lyrics

Truckdriver : "Hey kid, you looking for a lift?… Get on up here"

"How's it going good buddy?"

I nailed ducks to the wall

Kept my heart in dark ruins

I built bungalows all over the hills

Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin

Took my girl to the country

To sleep out under the moon

Next thing she's going crazy

Trucker: "Women are like that kid

What the hell can you do?"

She waits for the real Mr. Right to come

Gently removing her heart

With his promises of real communication

Trucker :"I saw a program about that on TV…"

Who's always picking up the tab

Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad

Me

Who took you out to all the shows

Who worked his fingers to the bone

Me

While you were asleep

Man: "It was me… I did"

I kept you in buttons and bows

Man: "Christ all those clothes"

[All those clothes]

So you could encourage this creep

With his neat feet

And his clean fingernails

With his wise but twinkling eyes

He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt

Trucker :"Get moving, get off the road ya Goddamn faggot"

And compromise

I'd like to go on with this bit of a song

Describing this schmuck

I'd like to go on

But I'm gonna throw up

Trucker: "Not in my rig you don't boy… get the hell out of here"