Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, baby. Cruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby. I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care.
Why? (hey, man!). Who, me? (alright!). Why? (hey, man!). . Feet don't fail me now. Take me to the finish line. Oh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take.