Cannonball

They count their beans
In rows like suited machines
Although just like Clark Kent when he
Changes identity
One of them owns an
Alternate persona
And leather jeans

Cannonball!
Cannonball!

Hear that sound
Shake the ground
He's just one little fat man on a Harley
But he’s got the biggest bike in town

Cannonball!
Cannonball!

Does a ton
Born to run
We see one little fat man on a Harley
He sees James Dean and Brando all in one

Cannonball!
Cannonball!

Not what you seem
Living the dream
Polish the chromium
Pump the petroleum
Stomp on the starter
And play that toccata
That makes us scream

Cannonball!
Cannonball!

He overcame
His secret shame
Nobody knows he's an accountant
They know him by a different name

Cannonball!
Cannonball!

Tail-light shone
Then he was gone
Nobody knows he's an accountant
When he has his outlaw leathers on

Cannonball!
Cannonball!