it's five o clock...i gotta go
at this time
we hit the road

straddle the seat..and push the button
she comes to life....all of a sudden

squeeze the clutch
and roll the throttle
and look out...for that broken bottle

now your riding in the wind
there's no one better.....except for him
roll the throttle ...once again
and tighten the strap ..under your chin

always alert...and very careful
keep your eye on the road
and try to be lawful

twist it now
it come's alive
sounds like thunder....in the sky

watch the road....not the redhead
she's no good to you...if your dead

don't pass that car...on the right
that's called a cage accident
it's an ugly sight.......

stop at the light
stay off the phone
keep your eyes....glued
on the road

it's almost over ...your almost there
you feel like you lost....all your cares

wind burned face
bugs in your teeth
the rain drops feel...like they are sleet

twist that throttle one more time
time to down shift
and fix the shine....

made it home ...safe and sound
can't wait till tomorrow...comes around

i'm not married...but she's my wife
she looks after me...if i treat her right.....