Waxed up, shining fat and clean

Double big shot pipes from hell

Air cleaner cover gleam

A vibe you can not buy or sell



The sparks ignite the oxygen and fuel blend

Gentle right-hand turn

Listen to the sound of thunder

Al 666 cubic inches burn



Fringes leather pistons throbbing

Mightt thunder now unleashed

The pipes begin to glow still I'm too slow

I thottle-up my beaast



I'm freeway mad I'm speedfreak glad

I smile against the wind I fly

A shooting star the road is far

I ride to live and I live to ride