spears of dirt shoot through the mist
a darkened cloud smolders
like a rumbling fist
pollution spouts like a volcano
from the devil's dirty bike
he beckons with a rotten finger
"ride with me tonight"

and like charlie daniel's before me
i bat not even an eyelash
revving at the engine
i hit the course fast
the devil starts up in the lead
but i am soon upon him
his peppery exhaust fills my eyes with tears
but i am soon beyond him

and as i crash over the finish line
and come to a squelching halt
the devil clenches his rotten fist
and summons up his vault
he throws the door ajar and wide
and reluctantly from inside
he pulls a golden dirt bike
now forever mine to ride