Lyrics:

This radio station was named Kowalski
In honor of the last American hero
To whom speed means freedom of the soul
The question is not when he's gonna stop
But who is gonna stop him

Like Kowalski in Vanishing Point
Kowalski in Vanishing Point
Kowalski in Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point, Vanishing Point, Vanishing Point

Like a butterfly on a pin
Like a butterfly on a pin
Soul on ice, soul on ice
Soul on ice, soul on ice

What happening?
What happening?
What you need? Speed
Lighten up before

There goes the challenger being chased by the blue, blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver
The last American hero
The, the electric centaur, the demigod
The super driver of the golden west
Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind the beautiful, lone driver
The police know that they're getting closer, closer
Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile
Yeah, baby, they're about to strike
They're gonna get him, smash him
Rape the last beautiful, free soul on this planet

Vanishing Point, Vanishing Point
Vanishing Point, Vanishing Point


Soul on ice, soul on ice
Soul on ice, soul on ice
Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice

Hello, Kowalski?
Hello, Kowalski?
Hello, Kowalski?
Cut it off