I Am Running From the Heat
I'm on my hog
tonight, we're gonna fly
wear a motorcycle helmet?
I'd rather die
the fuzz is chasing me
I think it's neat
They ain't gett'n me tonight
I am running from the heat
Flat out at one hundred and forty
These pigs cannot catch me
They block me in
How sneaky can they be?
Three against one
I wish I was with my boys
They'd make mincemeat of these coppers
And their flashing light toys
Oh well I'll get a nice sleep for free
in a jail house, and maybe it'll have TV
Pete or Thomas might already there be.
I will just have to wait and see
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