Driver’s Companion

Oh, the rich girls are much better
Than the poor
Oh, the rich girls are much nicer
Than them all

If you'd ask your father what he would prefer
He'd say the rich girls are much better
Than the poor
Oh, the rich girls are much easier
Than them all

So take your love
In your hand
And you turn, turn on the dial
And you will find
That your mind
Is dry, dry like a desert

Oh, love on a lorry
Wasn't free
And rich girls come to mind
For me

If you'd ask a HGV driver what turns his dial
He'd say the rich girls are much better
Than the poor
When your mind is like a desert
And you're bored

So take your love
In your hand
And you turn, turn on the dial
And you will find
That your mind
Is dry, dry like a desert
And you will find
That your mind
Is dry, dry like a desert
And you will find
That your mind
Is dry, dry like a desert
And you will find
That your mind
Is dry, dry like the desert