I’m going in empty and I’m coming back full, 
this truckload of love

fire up the reefer, and dust out the cracks
check the free play, no pipe through the rack
grease up your ball joints and check your dipstick 
my dispatcher’s smoking... a wet cigarette

from the stop signs to the white lines,
truckload of love

momma’s been asking if I’m ever coming back
take off & leave, a professional at that
a real “straight shooter” ‘cause
we’re just going slow
save it all up for making her warm

from the bear mace, to the diesel cakes
truckload of love

no lot lizards or getting cheap thrills

so chain me up baby, we’re gonna take the hill
not a lot of trees - but we tap a lot of juice
but that’s cause I just hit a moose

from the free rides to the red lights....
truckload o’ love
just tryin’ to keep my pants on
driving down East Hastings.

Hit my “Vancouver play”

no skinny brake checks, tap a full rack
she received my truckload of love

momma’s still asking if I’m ever coming back
probably thinks I’m getting high on SMAK
little does she know I’m drawing in the sack
‘cause that band broke up 8 years back

from the skid marks to the track sharps
truckload of love

Pulling the pin to drop off the flame
(Alex) Mihill will turn,
before Nifties changed the game
I’m jamming gears, 10 hippies in the back
Shay-Lee done groped me and puked in her lap

from my fast food, to unpacked lunch
she choked on my truckload of love.

so put down the reefer, and clean out the cracks
wet your 5th wheel for a hop in the back,
grease up your nipples and check your dipstick
my dispatcher’s smoking, a new cigarette

from the long lines
to the short checks (chicks?)
it’s my truckload o’ love