Superbee - Puffball

This devil is ready to explode on the strip

It磗 worn out tyres won磘 get any grip

Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood

Driving a car has never felt so good

Stripped from all nonsense and built to win

When comfort is out, performance is in

I PUMP THE GAS AS I TURN THE KEY

TO FIRE UP THE ENGINE IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE

Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel

Got to shift gear but i磎 too numb to feel

Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat

It feels like i磎 being pushed through the seat

Deaf from the Hemi in this late sixty-nine

The essence of power and beauty combined

SLICING THE STREET THE SOUND OF THE FREE

THE ROAR OF THE LUNGS IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE