The Truckie

[Bob Pacey]

The Truckie

He was big and tough and hairy, an ugly lookin coot
He drove the big rigs way outback along the western route.
He camped in pubs and truckin stops at the end of every day
Old roadhouses and garages that were well out of the way.

His mate's all called him Bluey cause his hair was flaming red
But if they had known his secret they'd have left poor Blue for dead.
For Blue was a cross dresser and though it may shock the high and mighty
When Blue crawled into bed at night he liked to wear a frilly nightie.

He was not a man you argued with he had a beard just like Ned Kelly
With tattoos on his hairy arms and a massive round beer belly.
No one knew Blues secret style they all thought that he was straight
Cause he drank rum and swore at will and called everybody Mate.

But fate can play some vicious tricks and Bill was soon to learn no doubt
If you try to keep things in the closet you are sure to get found out.
So sleeping in girls underwear is not something you should do
When trouble rears its ugly head it can leave you in a stew.


For one night as Blue slept soundly in a little pub in Broome
The kitchen caught on fire and set off the alarm in Blueys room
Blue woke up in a dizzy haze the smoke was black and thick
His only thought was vacate the room and do it bloody quick.

He made it to the balcony where he suddenly did freeze.
Cause he'd forgotten his attire as he felt the evening breeze.
The crowd that gathered down below just stared and did not blink
Their eye’s transfixed on bluey in his see through nightie, vivid pink.

The fireman had to rescue Blue and had to carry him below
The crowd went deathly quiet as his frilly underwear did show.
In the midst of smirks and snuffles Blue swirled his frilly gown
Then climbed into his big rigs cab and hightailed it out of town.

Blue’s given up the truckin game and settled down in town
He’s got a job at the local strip club where he can wear his frilly gown.
He dresses up in leather too with a touch of chantilly lace
You’d think he was a sheila but for the hair upon his face.

There’s a moral to this story that I'm sure most did discover
No matter what you can never judge a book by just it’s cover.

Bob Pacey ( Thanks Heather For The Inspiration) ( C )

[Stephen Whiteside]

Is Heather a cross-dresser too? Or a truckie? Or a fire-man, maybe? I'm confused.

[Dave Smith]

Stephen is that our Heather you're talking about? Oh no!

Good one Bob.

TTFN

[Stephen Whiteside]

I think so...

[Heather]

It's such a secret that not even Bob knows!

[warooa]

First Nancy now Bluey (not to mention Bobbies boobies) . . . you're well in touch with that side of things Pacey Is he trying to "come out"?