Charlie's gotta Band   it's a really big one   he's a master, a king   he got it all   but you don't know all his wills   Women on his left and on his right   with fishnet stocking   and padded bras   and you love them all   but not for real   And you push   your accelerator to the speed   and noone can stop   you on the street      [chorus]   Born to be wild Born to be free   Born to be Wild North Italy      Charlie's gotta Band   don't care to be written up   Born to be Wild   they got it all   and a strong cold wind   goes through theyr hair   When you get high   you get high on speed   whiskey in your hand   it's your usual drink   and if you're gonna fight   it's only when you're right   And you push   your accelerator to the speed   and noone can stop   you on the street      [chorus]   Born to be wild ...