[Verse 1: Midwest chopper male MC, rapid and clean over racing live drums and the fuzz bass guitar riff] One minute, one minute, I was in and I was out Grabbed a soda pop and gum and didn't stop to shout Came out the door and the car's in the air Chain on the bumper and a truck in the square Ope, hold up, that's mine, that's my ride, that's my tires That's my fuzzy dice and the cassette and the wires Driver gives a wave like he's wavin' at a train Pulls off down Main, and I'm runnin' in the lane Didn't stretch, didn't think, didn't tie up my shoes Just a man and a soda and a whole lot to lose Six miles to the lot on the far side of town And I'm stayin' on that bumper till they set it back down [Hook: Chopper MC, punchy, handclaps on every beat] Hook it up and haul it, I'ma haul it right behind Never toed a line, now I'm runnin' down the tow line Six miles of red lights, I ain't stoppin' for a sign You can take my ride, but you can't take my stride [Verse 2: Chopper MC, faster and tighter, the fuzz bass chasing him] Through the farmers market, past the peaches and the pies Ope, sorry ma'am, ope, sorry, sir, I'm sorry for the flies Over the footbridge with the ducks in the creek Truck stuck at a light and I'm catchin' up the streak Every block I gain it, every light it gets away Every time it brakes, I'm closer, every time I gotta pay Mile three, there's a table with some water in a cup Lady hands it to me, and she's yellin' keep it up Mile four, there's an orange cone on every single block People with numbers on their shirts and a man holdin' a clock Mile five, there's a crowd screamin' go, go, go And I'm thinkin' ope, I think I know this road [Verse 3: Chopper MC, no hook, straight on, finish-tape crash on the last bar, the band crashing in on one hit] It's the race, it's the race, it's the one I always skip Nine years sayin' someday with a soda on my lip Every runner on the road is lookin' over at the guy In the jeans and the work boots and the soda goin' by Last mile, and the truck turns left to the lot And the race goes right, and I give it what I got Down the hill to the right, and the finish in the park Tape across the line, and I'm hittin' it like a spark Snap, and the tape is on my chest like a sash Lady with a medal and a man with a flash Then I jog two blocks to the impound gate Truck pulls in, I'm wearin' gold, and I tell him, buddy, you're late [Final Hook: Chopper MC, everything, handclaps and crowd wide open] Hook it up and haul it, I'ma haul it right behind Never toed a line, now I'm runnin' down the tow line Six miles of red lights, I ain't stoppin' for a sign You can take my ride, but you can't take my stride [End]
