On the Highway
 [bad word] on, hold on real tight 
Get on the back seat of my motorbike 
I’m the rider, you’re the passenger 
And the open road is our messenger 
Take us away, away from here 
To the desert winds where there’s miles to spare  [bad word] on, hold on, let’s go 
  
On the highway feel the [bad word] though your hair 
On the highway all roads lead everywhere 
   [bad word] on, hold on, let’s go 
South of the border into Mexico 
We’ll follow the coast until we’re out of gas 
Then sleep on the beach in the sandy grass 
We’re heavens devils a gang of two 
In leather jackets not a single tattoo  [bad word] on, hold on, let’s go 
  
On the highway feel the [bad word] though your hair 
On the highway all roads lead everywhere