I'd been driven awhile in rather rough style
Away out near the Indian ocean in land-
Near the main road with one heavy load
When I'd pulled off the road of stone and sand-
As to check the trailer and it's load at the time
I'd then bogged it deep into salt with a crust-
Did not take a long time to figure out fine
I had to get it back out or bust-
Talk about luck along came a truck
And he pulled me out with no fear-
He mentioned his thirst said for a beer he would burst
And in my back seat there was one large tin of beer-
I said you can have the lot as it's roasting hot
So he took it to his truck ever grand-
Got out a gallon tin with clear stuff there in
And then half buried the can in the sand-
My lip I then bit as the can he then lit
And then Boom the flames of light blue-
He then said try that and I'll eat my hat
It was as cold as the coldest beer true-
I never did find out what was in that tin
Till one day later I painted a hospital laboratory-
And talking to a woman washing test tubes
I said what are you using tell me-
It's methanol she replied and showed me with pride
Would a truck driver ever use this I said-
She said my father used it all of the time
But a long time ago he's now dead-
Used it to wash valves as he had a truck
And he used to cool his beer down as well-
After all of this time and many miles down the line
I learned of that drivers trick now I can tell-
