TRAVEL
Black leather pants and a metal studded jacket
Gunning the throttle to a mighty racket
Through a slipstream of wind I set off alone
Travelling the highway feeling “Bad to the Bone”
On a worn leather seat with handlebars high
I watch country hedgerows go speeding by
My whole body pulses with the vibrating machine
Whilst I wallow in the scent of the sweet gasoline
“Born to be Wild” my badass cruises the road
Astride my Harley to which I dedicate this ode
Gunning the throttle to a mighty racket
Through a slipstream of wind I set off alone
Travelling the highway feeling “Bad to the Bone”
On a worn leather seat with handlebars high
I watch country hedgerows go speeding by
My whole body pulses with the vibrating machine
Whilst I wallow in the scent of the sweet gasoline
“Born to be Wild” my badass cruises the road
Astride my Harley to which I dedicate this ode
