(Intro: Guitar riff that mimics a roaring V-twin engine pumping up) (Verse 1) Got my licence at seventeen, decades ago, Since that very same day, only one way to go. Don’t want a quiet sedan or a hybrid that squeaks, Give me heavy-metal thunder that rumbles and speaks! My baby’s got chrome from the tank to the gears, Shining so bright it brings onlookers to tears. Those silver spoked wheels spinning round in the sun, Polishing that metal is half of the fun! (Chorus) With the wind in my face and the highway ahead, I’m chasing the freedom where angels won't tread. The beautiful valleys, the trees, and the blue, Nothing clears out a head like a Harley can do! Through the pouring wet rain or a blistering sun, Two wheels on the bitumen, always number one. (Verse 2) Now there’s one special sound that I love to excite, Those loud echoing tail pipes like thunder at night. We hunt for a railway bridge over the track, Clutch in, rev it up, hear the echo roar back! The concrete is shaking, the pigeons take flight, Just a bunch of big kids giving everyone a fright. Yeah, my eardrums are ringing, I’m grinning like mad, It's the absolute best noise that I've ever had. (Chorus) With the wind in my face and the highway ahead, I’m chasing the freedom where angels won't tread. The beautiful valleys, the trees, and the blue, Nothing clears out a head like a Harley can do! Through the pouring wet rain or a blistering sun, Two wheels on the bitumen, always number one. (Bridge) Pop open the saddlebags, what do you see? A few ice-cold beers for my buddies and me. We’re meeting the crew for a weekend escape, No drama, no schedules, no corporate red tape. Just a pack of wild outlaws—the soft-hearted kind, Leaving our worries and taxes behind. (Verse 3) We look tough in our leather, we look pretty wild, But we’re riding today for a hospitalised child. Toy runs and charity, miles in a line, Raising big bucks for the kids, rain or shine. With a teddy bear strapped to a handlebars mount, It’s the miles for the smiles that truly will count! (Guitar Solo - Loud, proud, and heavily distorted) (Chorus) With the wind in my face and the highway ahead, I’m chasing the freedom where angels won't tread. The beautiful valleys, the trees, and the blue, Nothing clears out a head like a Harley can do! Through the pouring wet rain or a blistering sun, Two wheels on the bitumen, always number one. (Outro) Yeah, under the bridges, we roar and we rev! Keep your sports cars and scooters, whatever you dev! Just give me my chrome, my mates, and the breeze, And a big Harley Davidson, if you please. (Sound of a final massive engine rev and a fading guitar chord)