I've got my driving license at the age of eighteen
This day I put in my pocket the keys
When I started the engine I knew
That my veins were filled with fuel
The time flew but I didn't change
Over four wheels always was my head
In the gas station, under a roasting sun
I admire the look of my Barracuda
I'm on the seat, behind the wheel
Driving calm through the highway
The exhaust growl bang my eardrums
And the v8 shake stir hard my knackers
People don't think that it's my life
That I need feel each crankshaft turn
The smell of gasoline switch on my brain
You would know I am a petrolhead
