More songs by Talisco
Description
Composer: Jérôme Amandi
Lyricist: Jérôme Amandi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run.
I tear into the night, my V8 screams like sin. Flames shoot out the sides.
Yeah, the show begins.
You think you're riding fast? I hit your speed for lunch.
Don't blink or hit the gas. I'm fast like a burn.
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run. Yeah, I'm the outlaw.
You can smell the burning oil. Not your mascot. I'm the king of dragster.
I'm a road reaper. Hear my fury start it.
Oh, you're still done gate.
Yeah, I'm the outlaw riding down your lane.
I'm the storm rolling like a freight train full of chrome. I'm melting every face.
You just lost the race.
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run. Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Now you see,
I'm the firestorm you seek. With a leather seat, you know.
Yeah, I'm thunder when I roll. The legend with a rock 'n' roll soul. Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah. We're the wild ones, darling. Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah. We're the wild ones, darling.
English translation
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run.
I tear into the night, my V8 screams like sin. Flames shoot out the sides.
Yeah, the show begins.
You think you're riding fast? I hit your speed for lunch.
Don't blink or hit the gas. I'm fast like a burn.
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run. Yeah, I'm the outlaw.
You can smell the burning oil. Not your mascot. I'm the king of dragster.
I'm a road reaper. Hear my fury start it.
Oh, you're still done gate.
Yeah, I'm the outlaw riding down your lane.
I'm the storm rolling like a freight train full of chrome. I'm melting every face.
You just lost the race.
Wah, wah, wah. I gotta run, you gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run. Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Now you see,
I'm the firestorm you seek. With a leather seat, you know.
Yeah, I'm thunder when I roll. The legend with a rock 'n' roll soul. Wah, wah, wah.
He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah. We're the wild ones, darling. Wah, wah, wah. He gotta run, we gonna run.
Wah. We're the wild ones, darling.