1.War Of The Superbikes
Wanna bark a saga of the night the bikes went wild.
Four husky gladiators suited up for a war self-styled.
The Interceptor, Ninja and 1100 primed to score
But me and my Suzuki knew we had so much more.
They thought it would be just another clandestine late night
road rally.
But it was the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES
Red hot pipes and rumbling high tech power plants inch up to the
starting line,
but when the dust cleared up on Devil's Backbone,
One man／one bike／one dream would scream across the finish line.
I layed it down into turn one, cranked it down full bore.
With my air-cooled transverse in-line Four Stroke Four.
I knew the 1100 was the man to burn.
I ruled the straightaways, he had me in the turns.
As they blasted out of the high bank
The Ninja smoked a clutch
'Only two to beat,' he thought
As he laid it down to those greasy 'S' turns
In the distance those oversized Japanese leg burners sounded
like some sort of mutated gigantic insects.
Three men on monster machines SHOT OUT OF GOD'S SLINGSHOT!!!
The interceptor faded as we hit the hill W.F.O.
All I had to do was hold on, seven miles to go.
But there were red lights flashing, the cops were gaining fast.
In our high-powered way awesome road-smoking 12 mile dash.
The FJ 1100 made his move on the inside
As the speedometer bounced over the 100 mile-per-hour mark
But he got a little too deep in the curve,
and didn't see the pothole.
All he saw was a burning, hurtling ball of death
as he blasted off into cool night air.
Just him and his GS 1150.
It's the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES(3X).
2.Turbo Rock
There's a good reason to be sure(I'm sure)
At home, and at work, and play.
All I freakin' wanna do is turbo my life away.
I'm a pocket rocket, stick in socket.
Riding hot rails to hell.
Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling
Soul's that already felt.
(Repeat 2x)
Well that was then and how
Hot speed seeds to sow.
Hung with the jacked-up gang.
Novas and Shelby 'stangs.
And rockin' 442
Yeah with yer flames of blue.
We're talkin' monster time.
For macho auto-crime.
(Chorus)
This is the '80's--high time for Turbo Rock.
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks.
Out on the badlands strip.
Choice blotter acid trip
Our pink slips with the dames
Beelzebub's to blame.
Ass ends are breaking loose.
Headers a'belching Zeus.
Just night and red-hot blocks
Powerplants double-stock
And then we'd cruise the gut.
And pop a bitchin' nut.
On highway 309
Chug brown props, eight or nine.
And Wanda's head would bob
Our purple shift ball knob.
Those were the best of times,
Now we're goin' turbo out of our minds.
(Chorus)
(Instrumental Break)
Dash lights are screaming heat
Hot rubber stuck to street.
On demons, booze, and speed.
There's nothing else we need.
And major whiplash kick
The Alpine jam blast trick
Now night rides really fly
'Cuz we're goin' turbo out of our minds.
(2nd Instrumental Break)
(Chorus)
(SFX： Car speeding away)
3.French People Suck
French people suck
I just gotta say
Made the jet fighters
Go out of their way
Hating Yankees too much
Those beret-headed nuts.
They can stick the Eifell Tower
Straight up their butts.
Last time I flew Air France
Played a tune on my Uzi
And made the sissies dance.
Killed a hundred or more
And I had a ball.
Those freakin' frog suckers
Be the death of us all.
French people suck.
French people suck.
French people suck.
French people can suck my...
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