Driving down Burwood Highway, dash lights glowing red,
Clapped-out Commie shaking bolts loose from the thread,
Speedo climbing way too fast, foot’s a little heavy,
Steering wheel talking back like, “mate, you sure you’re ready?”
Skids to the right, tyres screaming in pain,
Skids to the left, leaving lines in the lane,
Burnout tyre crying, smoke up in the night,
Whole street knows my name when the wheels don’t bite.
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Pre-Chorus
Petrol fumes and bad decisions, stereo clipping bass,
Every cop car in my head but I’m still picking up the pace,
Hands smell like rubber, heart’s doing laps,
If this thing blows up now, at least it went out loud as—
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Chorus
BANG BANG BANG go the pipes when I fly,
Loud exhaust screaming at the Melbourne sky,
No traction, no mercy, just torque and pride,
Clapped-out Commie living like it’s born to die.
Skids to the right, skids to the left,
Burnout tyre got nothing left,
Burwood Highway knows the sound of my name,
BANG BANG BANG, yeah I’m riding the flame.
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Verse 2
Bonnet rattling like it’s trying to escape,
Every panel got history, every scratch got a date,
Fuel gauge lying, temp gauge stressed,
But she still pulls hard when I put her to the test.
Neighbours shaking heads, mates yelling “send it,”
Rear end stepping out like it’s trying to end it,
Noisy, rowdy, barely road-legal dreams,
Living life one misfire in between.
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Bridge
If she dies tonight, let her die with respect,
Sideways, redlining, zero regret,
From the suburbs to the strip, hear the echo repeat,
A Commodore’s heartbeat in burnt-rubber beats.
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Final Chorus
BANG BANG BANG down the highway line,
Straight-piped thunder, bad timing, good time,
Skids to the right, skids to the left,
Burnout tyre got nothing left.
Burwood Highway, midnight frame,
Loud, proud, broken, still in the game,
Clapped-out Commie, yeah she ain’t tame—
BANG BANG BANG, remember the name.
