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
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