I'm giving up my trespa**, I think I'll sit upon my roof I think that's High enough for me to crawl I think I don't need any proof I'm giving up the hero, I think I'll hand around In this same old town, I'll put my money down And I, I was in a movie I was on the run I been in everybody shoes I had my fun I'm getting of your turnpike I think I need relief The dirttrack that I trust in Is good enough for me