(Verse 1)
Chrome shining under the morning sun,
Old soul, engine weighs a ton,
Steel heart beats slow and loud,
Every ride makes my spirit proud.
Got that BS4 roar, no fancy show,
Just pure metal, steady flow,
Every mileās a memory burned,
Every turn, the road gets earned.
(Chorus)
š„ Thump of the King, feel it roll,
Down the highways, it owns my soul,
Smoke and wind, they sing along,
My Bulletās voice ā my freedom song.
Thump of the King, I ride alone,
But she feels like home, like flesh and bone.
(Verse 2)
Grease on hands, story on chrome,
Every dent tells me Iām home,
No ABS, no plastic dreams,
Just a man and his machine.
Fuel in veins, road in sight,
Headlight cutting through the night,
She donāt whisper, she declares ā
āIām the legend that never cares.ā
(Chorus)
š„ Thump of the King, feel it roll,
Down the highways, it owns my soul,
Smoke and wind, they sing along,
My Bulletās voice ā my freedom song.
Thump of the King, I ride alone,
But she feels like home, like flesh and bone.
(Bridge)
Old school clutch, gear to gear,
No fear, just the rumble I hear,
Mountains or plains, rain or shine,
This Royal Enfield ā forever mine.
(Outro)
So when Iām gone, let her run free,
Down that road, remember me,
Not by name, not by fame,
But by the thump that shook the frame.