Doby

Oh my God this is something Hold on everybody Here we go Not quite yet Pretty soon Mr. Robin Thicke Any minute now Alright Here we go Take it away It is the night My body's weak I'm on the run, no time to sleep I've got to ride, ride like the wind To be free again And I've got such a long way to go (such a long way to go) To make it to the border of Mexico So I ride, like the wind (God, that sounds good) Ride like the wind (You're riding like the wind for those who don't know) I was born the son of a lawless man ( You mean Robin Thicke?) Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand Lived nine lives Gunned down ten Gonna ride like the wind And I've got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go) To make it to the border of Mexico So I ride, like the wind Ride like the wind Could ride like the wind Oh my It's a hot wind That's right I can do that too Ooh, see? I can make those noises, yeah Accused and tried and told to hang I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang Never was the kind to do as I was told Gonna ride like the wind before I get old It is the night My body's weak I'm on the run, no time to sleep I've got to ride, ride like the wind To be free again, yeah! And I've got such a long way to go To make it to the border of Mexico So I ride, ride like the wind Ride like the wind And I've got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go) To make it to the border of Mexico So I ride, ride like the wind Ride like the wind Gonna ride like the wind That's right folks When Ron Burgundy rides, he rides like the wind Not like a Subaru or a golf cart Like the God dong wind Powerful and slick and invisible Feel that draft up yo skirt ladies? That's me Okay that was creepy, I'm sorry I smoked a funny cigarette with this Robin Thicke Guy and let's just say the filter is off Anyway, I feel like I've gone on too long Let me hit you with this Three feet of polished nickel Vows and my sweet breath Ride like the wind Ride like the wind Ride like the wind yeah Ride like the wind Ride like the wind yeah Ride like the wind That was a blast, Robin Wanna get a drink? Where'd he go? Oh he just left? Well it's fine, I have plenty to do, plenty! I don't need to hang out with Robin Thicke Hey you, sound engineer, do you wanna get a beer? No? you're good? Oh okay Good because I don't want one either, alright But I do need a ride home It's alright, I'll take mass transit, okay Who turned the lights off? Let me get out of the recording booth at least I'm locked in here Excuse me, I'm locked in here Why is the song still going? I'm locked in the booth! Oh my gosh, I can't breathe anymore There's a lack of oxygen here I don't wanna die like this No, I've too much to live for I don't wanna die like this Never mind, the door was stuck I'm good Alright, bye bye Heh, I'm saying goodbye to no one, bye!