When I was a baby my mum and my dad Said slow down son you're crawling too fast I had skinned up knees and bumps on my head Well I couldn't talk then but if I could I'd have said I was built for speed I was born to run I get chills when they fire off that starter's gun Keep your rocking chair and your tranquility I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed Well that car lot man said I've got a deal for you It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good 'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood In a hundred years from now when my body gives out I won't have no nursemaid wheeling me around I'll take a chrome Harley motor and I'll bolt it to my chair And I'll lay a strip of rubber up those pearly white stairs