Waxed up, shining fat and clean
Double big shot pipes from hell
Air cleaner cover gleam
A vibe you cannot buy or sell
The sparks ignite the oxygen
And fuel blend gentle right-hand turn
Listen to the sound of thunder
All 666 cubic inches burn
Fringes leather pistons throbbing
Might thunder now unleashed
The pipes begin to glow, still I'm too slow
I throttle-up my beast
I'm freeway mad, I'm speed freak glad
I smile against the wind, I fly
A shooting star, the road is far
I ride to live, I live to ride
Double big shot pipes from hell

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