Burn outs foreva* Mate

Verse 1 Cruisin' down the strip in my V8 Commodore, Ford Falcon screamin', we’re beggin’ for more. Japp rice burners, they’re lurkin’ in the night, Streetlights glowin’, we’re ready for the fight. Tires smokin’, the smell of burnt rubber in the air, Pedal to the metal, like we just don’t care. Pigs on the prowl, flashin’ blue and red, But we’re ghosts in the night, by the dawn, we’ll be dead. Chorus Oh, the memories burn like the tires on the street, Kids today don’t know what they’ll never meet. V8 thunder, the roar of a time gone by, We were kings of the road, under the southern sky. Verse 2 Falcon’s got the grunt, Commodore’s got the style, Japp cars in the mix, makin’ it all worthwhile. Burnouts in the rain, sparks flyin’ so high, Pigs on our tail, but we’re born to fly. Back in the day, when the streets were alive, No cameras, no drones, just the will to survive. We’d laugh in their faces, give ‘em the slip, Now it’s all just mem’ries, on a long-lost trip. Chorus Oh, the memories burn like the tires on the street, Kids today don’t know what they’ll never meet. V8 thunder, the roar of a time gone by, We were kings of the road, under the southern sky. Bridge Now the streets are silent, the engines don’t scream, Electric whispers killed the petrol dream. But in my mind, I still hear the roar, Of the cars we loved, and the times we swore. Outro So here’s to the past, to the nights we’d ignite, To the burnouts, the chases, and the pigs in sight. The kids’ll never know, what it felt like to be free, But those memories live on, in my V8 symphony. Chorus (Outro) Oh, the memories burn like the tires on the street, Kids today don’t know what they’ll never meet. V8 thunder, the roar of a time gone by, We were kings of the road, under the southern sky. Burnouts forever, mate. The legend never dies. 🚗💨