(Intro) (Opening Riff: A massive, overdriven Hammond B3 organ blasts out a gritty chord progression, instantly joined by a heavy, blues-based guitar riff playing in perfect, roaring unison. The drums kick in with a driving, syncopated rock groove.) (Verse 1) Smoke on the highway, fire in the sky A midnight drifter with a wild-eyed stare in his eye Your daddy’s locked up every door in the house Scared of the shadow that is creeping about He hates the racket and the long, tangled hair He smells the danger hanging thick in the air (Chorus) 'Cause I’m the bad boy your folks warned you about A highway star, baby, there is no doubt A demon's eye flashing, a storm in the dark Leaving my tread marks on your manicured park They told you to run, they told you to hide But you’re already screaming, ready to ride (Verse 2) Your mama’s weeping to the kitchen wall Prays to the angels that you won't take the fall She hates the volume when I crank up the gear The kind of thunder that she’s learned to fear But you crave the static, you want the electric heat Done with the squares on your dead-end street (Chorus) 'Cause I’m the bad boy your folks warned you about A highway star, baby, there is no doubt A demon's eye flashing, a storm in the dark Leaving my tread marks on your manicured park They told you to run, they told you to hide But you’re already screaming, ready to ride (Bridge) (The rhythm section drops into a driving, relentless gallop) Let the organ wail, let the baseline scream Waking you up from your vanilla dream They want a boy who is fragile and sweet But you want the fireball burning at your feet (Instrumental Duel - Organ & Guitar Solo) (The Hammond organ takes the first eight bars, flying through classical-infused, lightning-fast arpeggios with heavy distortion. The guitar answers for the next eight bars, trading blistering, blues-scale licks and screaming bends, building into a synchronized, harmonized climax.) (Chorus) Yeah, I’m the bad boy your folks warned you about A highway star, baby, there is no doubt A demon's eye flashing, a storm in the dark Leaving my tread marks on your manicured park They told you to run, they told you to hide But you’re already screaming, ready to ride (Outro) Black night falling, into the blue No turning back from what we're gonna do Just like they warned you Just like they said Speed king flying, flat out ahead
