B.T.B.W North Italy

Charlie's gotta Band

it's a really big one

he's a master, a king

he got it all

but you don't know all his wills

Women on his left and on his right

with fishnet stocking

and padded bras

and you love them all

but not for real

And you push

your accelerator to the speed

and noone can stop

you on the street

[chorus]

Born to be wild Born to be free

Born to be Wild North Italy

Charlie's gotta Band

don't care to be written up

Born to be Wild

they got it all

and a strong cold wind

goes through theyr hair

When you get high

you get high on speed

whiskey in your hand

it's your usual drink

and if you're gonna fight

it's only when you're right

And you push

your accelerator to the speed

and noone can stop

you on the street

[chorus]

Born to be wild ...