Ride Like The Wind - Robin Thicke, Ron Burgundy

Hey!

Hah!

Mm-hmm

I like how this is sounding

Hold on everybody

Here we go

Not quite yet

Pretty soon

Mr. Robin Thicke, any minute now

Alright, here we go

Take it away

It is the night

My body’s weak (Sure)

I’m on the run, no time to sleep ('Cause you’re on the run)

I’ve got to ride, ride like the wind (Right)

To be free again (We all want that)

And I’ve got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go)

To make it to the border of Mexico

So I ride (God, I sound good) like the wind

Ride like the wind

(You're riding like the wind for those who don’t know)

I was born the son of a lawless man (You mean Alan Thicke?)

Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand (That sounds dangerous)

Lived nine lives

Gunned down ten

Gonna ride like the wind, yeah

And I’ve got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go)

To make it to the border of Mexico (Hear it again)

So I ride, like the wind (Ride like the wind)

Ride like the wind

(Oh my) Gonna ride like the wind

Yes!

Hah!

Oh my

It’s gettin' hot in here

It’s a hot wind

That’s right

(Ooh)

Ooh, I can do that too

Ooh, see?

I can make those noises

(Yeah) Yeah

Accused and tried and told to hang

I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang

Never was the kind to do what I was told ('Cause you’re not dependable)

Gonna ride like the wind (Nope) before I get old

It is the night

My body’s weak (Right, 'cause you’re running)

I’m on the run, no time to sleep (Well, that’s why your body’s weak)

I’ve got to ride, ride like the wind (You better ride like the wind)

To be free again, yeah

And I’ve got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go)

To make it to the border of Mexico (Why is he singing lead? I’d much rather-)

So I ride, ride like the wind

Ride like the wind (Is Robin sharp or am I? I think it’s him, right?)

And I’ve got such a long way to go (Such a long way to go)

To make it to the border of Mexico

So I ride, ride like the wind (I don’t know if I’d go to Mexico)

Ride like the wind (Maybe just stop in Phoenix)

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-darn wind

Powerful and sleek and invisible

Feel that draft up your 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

Anyway, I feel like I’ve gone on too long

Let me hit you with this

Three feet of polished nickel

Vows and my sweet breath

Ride like the wind

Ride like, ride, ride like the wind

Ride like the wind, yeah

Ride like the wind

Ride like the wind, yeah

Ride like the wind, yeah

That was a blast, Robin

Wanna get a drink?

Where’d he go?

Oh, he just left?

Well, that’s fine, I have plenty to do, plenty!

I don’t need to hang out with Robin Thicke

Hey you, uh, 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 mass transit

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