Come 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 come On (Come On), Hold On (Hold On) let's Go (Let's Go)
on The Highway (On The Highway) feel The Wind Rush Through Your Hair on The Highway (On The Highway) all Roads Lead Everywhere
come 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 Heaven's Devils, A Gang Of Two in Leather Jackets, Not A Single Tattoo come On (Come On), Hold On (Hold On) let's Go (Let's Go)
on The Highway (On The Highway) feel The Wind Rush Through Your Hair on The Highway (On The Highway) all Roads Lead Everywhere