| I get restless in the nighttime |
| I got full-tilt Indy dreams |
| When I get an itch to move |
| I strap into my streamlined machine |
| Jacked up rear suspension |
| Sounding baffles blown |
| Growling like an animal |
| That just can’t wait to be let go |
| You wanna let him go |
| Power pushing through the hood |
| White knuckles on the wheel |
| Yellow light adrenaline |
| Breathless and dying for the speed |
| Nobody catches me with |
| Fire under the wheels |
| Born to run and built for speed |
| Fire under the wheels |
| It’s what I want, what I need |
| Fire under the wheels |
| High voltage sound system |
| Windows sealed tight |
| Tape deck primed and loaded |
| Waiting to shatter the night |
| Pushing up the volume |
| Getting ready for the road |
| Fifteen speakers overhead |
| They’re bearing down to overload |
| There’s an overload |
| Heartbeat tripping hammers |
| Limit’s far behind |
| Breaking all the barriers |
| I’m out of sight and out of my mind |
| Nobody catches me with |
| Fire under the wheels |
| Born to run and built for speed |
| Fire under the wheels |
| It’s what I want; it’s what I need |
| Fire under the wheels |
| I’m evil like Kneival |
| Living in the passing lane |
| Racing my own headlights |
| And getting off on high octane |
| High octane |
| Hair trigger gearshift |
| I got as lead foot hammered down |
| Got the feel of flying |
| It’s like I’m never coming down |
| I’m never coming down |
| Black and white in hot pursuit |
| I’m looking for a straightaway |
| Laughing as I hit the flat |
| Red lights just fade away |
| Nobody catches me with |
| Fire under the wheels |
| Born to run and built for speed |
| Fire under the wheels |
| It’s what I want; it’s what I need |
| Fire under the wheels |