Animals, The – The Last Drive

They came from England

They came from France

All the way from the USA

Just to take a chance

They came from Holland

Germany, Scandinavia too

The rebel citizen driver’s, look out

They come blasting through

And they would drive all the way

Through the pouring rain

All night and all day

Non-stop all the way

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

Outlaw motorcycle gangs joined forces with the citizen drivers

And had become the spearhead,

Finding out the routes that would take them south,

Away from the cold north to the sun,

The rebel riders?.

Black Chevy’s, Rollers and Ford Escorts too

Tanked up, tuned up, ready to blast, clean on through

I said, the riders were the spearhead, they got us over the border line

And we came steaming through Amsterdam, right on time

I got nothing to declare, there ain’t nothing to be checked

But at the Franco-Russian border ten of us go wrecked

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

A family doctor in Boston, Massachusetts,

He made it all the way not by chance

He had a hot shot Chevy panel truck designed as an ambulance

Be broke through to his final destination

The desolated beaches of St. Tropez

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

Jacking it in for the last drive, jacking it in for the last drive now

(Burdon, Carter, Dietz, Gartig, Kravetz, Noya, Passmann)