North bound and down, loaded up and truckin', we're gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there. I'm North bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.
Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes. Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make. The boys are thirsty in Hazzard County and there's beer in Redondo Beach. We'll bring it out no matter what it takes.
Ol' Smokey's got them ears on and he's hot on your trail. He aint gonna rest 'til you're in jail. So you got to dodge 'im and you got to duck 'im, you got to keep that diesel truckin'. Just put that hammer down and give it hell.
"And Whal'la, Invisibility!"
Why? For the fun of it of course.
... Why so serious?