Butchy: You better run, run, run
here we come, revving our engines
under the sun
you're crusing for a bruising
Keeping me cool!
Smooth and steady
Slicked bad hair, Man things getting heavy!
You're crusing for a bruising
Two wheels and open road
Wrapped in leathe, ready to go!
Bikers: Don't stop, stop the music!
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want
Any time we want
oh yeah, oh yeah!
We just run, run, run all day!
We're not gotta live any other way
Lela: bubblegum, cherry pop
go to the hop!
Hanging with my brother
cuz' his friends are so hot
While the're crusing
for some bruising
Brady: Alright... I wen't to the drive
And what did I see?
A hundred little betties all staring with me!
I was crusing
for some loving
I got these two wheels
An and open road
Pop that clutch, ready to go?
Biker's: don't stop, stop the music
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anythig we want
Anytime we want oh yeah, oh yeah
We just run, run, run all day!
We're not gotta live any other way
We're not gotta live any other way, oh!
1, 2 a 1, 2, 3
A who, who, who's running with me?
A gang full of brusiers, all crusin with me!
And we're tearin up this,
we're tearin up, we're tearin up
The streets, oh!
aahhh, ahhh. (bis 3)
Bikers: Don't stop, stop the music!
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want
Any time we want
oh yeah, oh yeah!
We just run, run, run all day!
We're not gotta live any other way
Don't stop, stop the music!
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want
Any time we want
oh yeah, oh yeah!
We just run, run, run all day!
We're not gotta live any other way
No, not gotta live any other way,
Oh no, not gotta live any another way!