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I went out ridin’ across the countryside.

My big ole’ Fat Boy, take me to my getaway,

and it’s there I’ll stay, until my Bell Jet’s ready

to fly me away for another day.



Might stop in Tahoe, might stop in Beverly Hills,

fly over Malibu, maybe find the will to do it all.

Tales are told but not this tall.

Ignore the writin’ on the wall,

we’ll blow it up, we’ll do it all. We’ve got it made!



Well, I don’t know but I’ve been told you gotta’ rock it hard or you’ll get too old.

Won’t you come along with me in my first-class limousine?

I got everything you could ever need, but I don’t have time, I’ve got to leave.

Won’t you ride along with me in my first-class limousine?

I got a first-class limousine waitin’ for me!



I came from nothin’ baby and now I’m rollin’ high.

I used to dream so big when I looked up in the sky.

I could see a different version of me.

With a life so grand, even all the haters clapped their hands in disbelief.



Might fly to Spain tonight, Ibiza’s really fine.

Might go to Rio too, but we might not have the time to do it all.

I guess I’ll use my crystal ball.

We’ll rock the tables, throw some dice,

fall in love for the night. We’ve got it made!



Well, I don’t know but I’ve been told you gotta’ rock it hard or you’ll get too old.

So, won’t you ride along with me in my first-class limousine?

I got everything you could ever need, but I don’t have time, I’ve got to leave.

Won’t you ride along with me in my first-class limousine?

I got a first-class limousine. I got a first-class limousine waiting for me!