PITBULL CRUISER BLUE
GARY WALEIK, WILLIAM GOFFRIER
I’ve got a Pitbull right outside, 107 carbureted ride
(I never loved you and I’m makin’ my escape)
And when our conversation’s done I’m signing off, I’m climbing on
When I get far enough from town, might lay my motorcycle down
I’ll hop back up and brush my knees, we’ll take the canyon like a breeze
(They brought the rake in 8 degrees)
I laugh at every leather burn through the Mojave in the turns
The tank is stretched in stunning steel, the backside’s still a monster wheel
I got a Pitbull Cruiser, blue
Say it again just like it’s true
I’m on my Pitbull Cruiser, blue
