"Freedom on two wheels"
Johnny had his PK Ripper, chrome shining in the sun
Leigh rolled up on his Mongoose, said"C'mon mate, let's run"
Randall's Hotfoot humming down the old dirt track
Three kings of the neighbourhood, never lookin' back
The air was warm, cassette deck loud
Mixtape blaring, we felt so proud
AC/DC in our veins, we ruled the street
With scraped-up knees and bare brown feet
Hold that synth pad — slow build with tom fills
We didn't need much, just the wind in our hair
And a hill to fly down without a care
We were free — free on two wheels
No helmets, no fear, just summer feels
Through the cul-de-sacs and over the hills
We chased our dreams, yeah, freedom on two wheels
Like the Goonies on a treasure ride
WWF heroes deep inside
From Hulk Hogan to Macho Man's thrills
We lived it wild — freedom on two wheels
Riding past the milk bar, twenty cents for a Coke
Bubble O'Bill smiles and the servo smoke
Posters of the Goonies and BMX Bandits too
Every curb a ramp, every sky so blue
Leigh could bunny-hop higher than fate
Johnny would wheelie at the schoolyard gate
Randall said,"Let's hit the quarry tonight!"
We'd light the dark with our flashing lights
Before the world went digital bright
We lived for the rush and the Saturday night
We were free — free on two wheels
No helmets, no fear, just summer feels
Through the cul-de-sacs and over the hills
We chased our dreams, yeah, freedom on two wheels
Like the Goonies on a treasure ride
WWF heroes deep inside
From Hulk Hogan to Macho Man's thrills
We lived it wild — freedom on two wheels
Before the phones, before the screens
We lived our own suburban dreams
Trading footy cards and breakin' boards
WWF moves on the bedroom floor
We'd build a ramp from bits of pine
Take flight like eagles every time
(Drum fill — crash!)
And when the streetlights flickered on
We'd promise,"One more ride"
Then we'd be gone
"whoa-oh"
We were free — free on two wheels
Our laughter echoing through the fields
The PK Ripper, Mongoose steel
The Hotfoot burning rubber, real
Whoa-oh, freedom on two wheels!
Whoa-oh, feel the summer thrills!
Like the Goonies, we believed in chills
Whoa-oh, freedom on two wheels!
Now the frames are rusted
And the boys are grown
But every ride still calls me home
To a simpler time, when dreams were real
And life was freedom on two wheels
