To the roar of a racing motor,
To the stink of burning oil,
In the wind and dust from dawn till dusk,
The transport drivers toil.
They want no honour or glory,
Or their names in the hall of fame,
For they're here to help Old England
And to keep Australia's name
So their motors willl keep on roaring,
From dawn to dusk they'll run,
'Till we beat old Adolf and Musso',
And this bloody war is won.