| I run a large truck mister | 
| And I live in Echuca and every Friday night | 
| I have to run it down to Melbourne | 
| I start out in Numurkah, I make Shepparton by the fadin' light | 
| I get another load at Seymour, then I’m hittin' Kalkallo? | 
| I’m in Cambellfield about midnight | 
| And on the side of my truck it says | 
| Boomaroo Flyer | 
| When you ride in this truck | 
| You don’t ride any higher | 
| And everyone along the road | 
| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer | 
| When I’m on my run | 
| I get a lot of time for thinking | 
| Like where’s this truck taking me to | 
| I think of rollin' on this road when | 
| I’m run down an' old | 
| And all the other things I wanna do | 
| But when I see that big candle from my cabin window | 
| I can smile cause I’m heading home to you | 
| And on the side of my truck it says | 
| Boomaroo Flyer | 
| When you ride in this truck | 
| You don’t ride any higher | 
| And everyone along the road | 
| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer, (hey) | 
| I was out one night | 
| It was late on a Sunday | 
| And a young man steps out and flags me down | 
| He was all of fourteen | 
| His father had been drinkin, he was hell bent | 
| On gettin' outta town | 
| By the time he cooled off | 
| We’d put some miles behind us | 
| But eventually we turned that truck around | 
| And on the side of my truck it says | 
| Boomaroo Flyer | 
| When you ride in this truck | 
| You don’t ride any higher | 
| And everyone along the road | 
| Know’s the Boomaroo Flyer | 
| Yes the Boomaroo Flyer |