When I was a baby my mum and my dad

Said slow down son you're crawling too fast

I had skinned up knees and bumps on my head

Well I couldn't talk then but if I could I'd have said

I was built for speed I was born to run

I get chills when they fire off that starter's gun

Keep your rocking chair and your tranquility

I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed

Well that car lot man said I've got a deal for you

It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth

Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good

'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood

In a hundred years from now when my body gives out

I won't have no nursemaid wheeling me around

I'll take a chrome Harley motor and I'll bolt it to my chair

And I'll lay a strip of rubber up those pearly white stairs