Roarin’ up the highway I’m a man on the move
I’m a .30-06 burnin’ out the groove
Get outa my way or I’m gonna get mean
You better move aside for me and my Bad Machine
Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine
Yeah my Bad Machine I gotta a Bad Machine
Don’t ya roll down my road or you’ll have to pay
I’ll run you down just get in my way
Dertoit and Milwaukee build ‘em hard and lean
There ain’t no messin’ with my Bad Machine
Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine
Yeah my Bad Machine I gotta a Bad Machine
Burnin’ gasoline and rubber spewin’ smoke in the air
The E.P.A. don’t like it my Bad machine don’t care
Havin’ good dirty fun always better than clean
There ain’t never been nothin’ like my Bad Machine
The Motor City burns when I stomp her down
Everybody knows she’s the baddest around
We’re tearin’ up the highway like you ain’t never seen
Ain’t no messin’ with my Bad Machine
Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine
Bad Machine, Bad Machine, Yeah I gotta Bad Machine
