It's more than years than I care to think since I picked this up from somewhere.

I've always assumed that it came from the MacColl 'Road' programme.

Not a mention of 'bulldozer' but definitely a 'driver' song

TWENTY-ONE YEARS

I am a wagon driver boys, Bill Healy is me name
Year in, year out I roll me load in the heavy transport game
I keep my wagon rolling boys how ever tired I feel
When I'm serving of me twenty-one years behind the steering wheel

I've rolled 'em rough and I've rolled 'em smooth, I've rolled em night and day
I've rolled 'em fast and I've rolled 'em slow, I've rolled 'em every way
I've rolled the sixteen-wheeler jobs and the wrecks with the lousy loads
I've been serving of me twenty-one years with the wagons on the road

I know all the runs and all the beds from hell to breakfast time
I know every cafe and caf me boys, I know all the highway signs
I've eaten me cake at Dirty Dicks, at the Jungle they know me
I've been serving of me twenty-one years on chips and mugs of tea

I've had me servos fail me out a frosty night on Shap,
I've rolled around the rim me boys when the off-side front was flat
I've blown me cylinder-head and stalled on the run to Pontypool
I've been serving of me twenty-one years in the old rough-riding school

I like to hear the tyres hum when they're belting on the road
I like to hear the engine purr when I've got a heavy load
Give me a moonlight stretch without a single cop in sight
When I'm serving of me twenty-one years a-rolling through the night

When I turn me wagon in me lads and I've had me chips at last
Just plant me by the road where I can hear the wagons pass
Just bury me by Scotch Corner or the road outside Carlisle
And I'll lie and hear the heavy stuff go tearing up the miles


Cheers, Jack