I want an open road, stress factor overload.

Two times the highest speed, full gas is all I need.

Head out and just let go, it's everything but slow.

Noone can follow me, in my suped up 383.



I'm hooked on speed, that is what I need

and I guess that is pretty ironic.

Cuz I wanna be faster than fast and supersonic.

I tear it up cuz I can't stop

I'm gonna break the rear end loose when I move it.

And I told you so, I'm supersonic.



I want a fuller tank, more money in the bank.

I want to stay soulfree, more guns to protect me.

Full throttle sonic boom, I want more petrol fume.

B-body rocketeer, I just want to disappear.



I'm hooked on speed, that is what I need

and I guess that is pretty ironic.

Cuz I wanna be faster than fast and supersonic.

I tear it up cuz I can't stop

I'm gonna break the rear end loose when I move it.

And I told you so, I'm supersonic.



Still I could use more zap, I don't want to slo-mo crap.

I'm gonna go for a 440, I can't see how that could bore me

Hot action burning wheels, puke up your latest meals.

Alone without a care, hitting speeds you wouldn't dare.