Gather 'round you left lane crawlers
a story I will tell
About the day my footfeet jammed
and I drove for miles like hell
I was cruising down the old A1
as happy as can be
But then my Beemer went beserk
unexpectedly

And it's fly, Kevin, fly
Fly, Kevin, fly
No matter how fast I'm driving
It's fly Kevin fly.

Now four police cars chased me
along that frightful road
They had a chopper in the air
in case I would be slowed
But no matter what I tried
I could not slow down
As the miles added up
I passed countless towns

And it's fly, Kevin, fly
Fly, Kevin, fly
No matter how fast I'm driving
It's fly Kevin fly.

The curves were coming faster
like I had never seen
But a roundabout stopped me cold
It was a fearful scene
When I finally came to rest
everybody feared
That I had met my end
but then I reappeared

And it's fly, Kevin, fly
Fly, Kevin, fly
No matter how fast I'm driving
It's fly Kevin fly.