He rolls up to the house and dips his dirty dogs down
He's got the '86 Ford with no seatbelts to be found
He gestures to the driver's seat and tosses me the keys
"You're a man now son, you just turned twelve
Get your hands at nine and three"
We head out for the highway, I speed up to a hundred and five
He cracks a cold one from the glovebox, he said it'll help me to feel alive
Now we're swerving lane to lane as the Acca Dacca blasts
He said, "Burn some rubber son, hit that accelerator hard"
With mum in the car, we go so slow
She makes me stop for every red light I see on the road
Now I'm cruising, doing one hundred and ten
No, it ain't that bad, learning to drive with dad
We rip a couple doughies as we pull up to the pub
He said, "Son, it's time that you and I went and shared our first jug"
He thrashes me at darts, he trounces me at pool
He takes me to the pokies, hey man these things are fuckin' cool
I score myself a twenty, put it on the Tab
I score myself a fifty, I say, "hey dad" ("yes, son?")
"Next round's on me"
With mum in the car, we go so slow
She makes me stop for every pedestrian I see on the road
Now we're cruising, doing one hundred and ten
No it ain't that bad, learning to drive with dad
(Learning to drive with dad) no, it ain't that bad
(Learning to drive with dad) no, it ain't that bad
(Learning to drive with dad) no, it ain't that bad
(Learning to drive with dad) no, it ain't that bad
(Learning to drive with dad) now check your rear
(Learning to drive with dad) now check your dipstick
(Learning to drive with dad) dad, is that cocaine?
(Learning to drive with dad) oh no, dad's drunk again
With mum in the car, we go so slow
She makes me stop for every stop sign I see on the road
Now we're cruising, doing one hundred and ten
No it ain't that bad, learning to drive with dad
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