Roaring down the highway
One wheel on the ground
Never under 90, judging by the sound
Later in the evening, we’re tearing up the town
Always seem to end up with the coolest chics around
Tearing up the back streets
And down the main drag too
Always getting dark looks from those guys who dress in blue
The wheelies and the stoppies, it’s all just in good fun
And it’s always Hell in Hicksville when we go on a run!
(Note from Jaq: Doubtless the people in the tiny town of Hillsboro, Kansas, were glad to see the back of us. I distinctly remember the night I did a stand up stunt on my bike as I passed by the front of the local police station. And the people at the ice cream parlour probably miss me doing wheelies and stand ups in their car park too.)
