Oh’ it’s nice to straddle a two-wheeled job That’s flashy, peppy and fast And it sure is a thrill, to race up a hill, And laugh at the cars as you pass. You know what you have – and they know it too, They speed, but you’ve speed a-la-mode. So they curse you and swear as you give them the air, ‘Cause they know you’re the King of the Road.
