What’s that sound I hear tonight?
It sounds just like a Bullet Bike.
Big and tough and strong and tall,
Makes the Bullet one and all.
Tattooed arms to drive it straight,
Leaning into distribute the weight.
Rims so shiny, wheels so round,
Pounding pavement through the town
Making noise to fill the air
Of crossing silence with shifting gears,
Tail Lights forming one straight line,
Bullet riders sure look fine