[ Featuring Ron Burgandy ]
Oh my God this is something
Hold on everybody
Here we go
Not quite yet
Put this in
This with Robin Thicke
Any minute now
Alright
Here we go
Take it away
It is the night
My body's weak
I'm on the run, no time to sleep
I've got to ride, ride like the wind
To be free again
And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride, like the wind
Ride like the wind
I was born the son of a lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind
And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride, like the wind
Ride like the wind
And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride, like the wind
Ride like the wind
Gonna ride like the wind
Accused and tried and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang
Never was the kind to do as I was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old
It is the night
My body's weak
I'm on the run, no time to sleep
I've got to ride, ride like the wind
To be free again
And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride, ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
And I've got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride, ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Gonna ride like the wind
That's right folks
When Ron Burgundy rides, he rides like the wind
Not like a Subaru or a golf cart
Like the god dong wind
Powerful and slick and invisible
Feel that draft up yo skirt ladies?
That's me
Okay that was creepy, I'm sorry
I smoked a funny cigarette with this Robin Thicke
Guy and let's just say the filter is off
I feel like I've gone on too long
Let me hit you with this
Flee the palace nigga
Bowes of my sweet breath
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
That was a blast, Robin
Wanna get a drink?
Where'd he go?
Oh he just left?
Well it's fine, I have plenty to do, plenty!
I don't need to hang out with Robin Thicke
Hey yo, sound engineer, do you wanna get a beer?
No? you're good?
Oh okay
Good because I don't want one either, alright
But I do need a ride home
It's alright, I'll take that stranger, okay
Who turned the lights off?
Let me get out of the recording booth at least
I'm locked in here
Excuse me, I'm locked in here
Why is the song still going? I'm locked in the booth
Oh my gosh, I can't breathe anymore
There's a lack of oxygen here
I don't wanna die like this
No, I've too much to live for
I don't wanna die like this
Never mind, the door was stuck
I'm good
Alright, bye bye
Heh, I'm saying goodbye to no one, bye
