Testo:
This devil is ready to explode on the strip
ItзЈ— worn out tyres wonзЈ? get any grip
Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood
Driving a car has never felt so good
Stripped from all nonsense and built to win
When comfort is out, performance is in
I PUMP THE GAS AS I TURN THE KEY
TO FIRE UP THE ENGINE IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE
Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel
Got to shift gear but iзЈЋ too numb to feel
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat
It feels like iзЈЋ being pushed through the seat
Deaf from the Hemi in this late sixty-nine
The essence of power and beauty combined
SLICING THE STREET THE SOUND OF THE FREE
THE ROAR OF THE LUNGS IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE
ItзЈ— worn out tyres wonзЈ? get any grip
Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood
Driving a car has never felt so good
Stripped from all nonsense and built to win
When comfort is out, performance is in
I PUMP THE GAS AS I TURN THE KEY
TO FIRE UP THE ENGINE IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE
Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel
Got to shift gear but iзЈЋ too numb to feel
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat
It feels like iзЈЋ being pushed through the seat
Deaf from the Hemi in this late sixty-nine
The essence of power and beauty combined
SLICING THE STREET THE SOUND OF THE FREE
THE ROAR OF THE LUNGS IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE