Archie —
The Hottest Rod

Lyrics and Music by K. van Bezooyen

Well, there’s a thick fog coming out,
Fits me like a coat.
Six white horses in a line
Waiting for the rope.

   I crack my whip
   To start to run
   Moving faster
   Than a bullet for my gun.
   Sparks lay down,
   Couple streets,
   Terror reaches the town
   Riding the hottest rod around.

Looking for some passenger
Around the scarce town,
Many took, I ride for free,
But it never came around.

   I send the door (hey)
   Behind their back (hey),
   Chewy scream
   In lofty neck.
   Sparks lay down
   From my eye,
   Terror reaches the town
   Riding the hottest rod around.

Six white horses neigh me now,
Welcome everybody to price of fan job,
Bale of herb and a bale of hay,
Chasing rushes every day.

Well, there’s a thick fog coming out,
Fits me like a coat.
Six white horses in a line
Waiting for the rope.

   I crack my whip (hey),
   Start to run (hey)
   Moving faster
   Than a bullet for my gun.
   Sparks lay down (hey),
   Couple streets,
   Terror reaches the town
   Riding the hottest rod around.