One, two, three. On the road again, like a band of gypsies we roll down the highway. We're the best of friends, insisting that the world keep turning our way, in our way. Go hard, live fast, play guitar, flip our tabs. If there's a crowd, the show will never end. So we set up and we tear it down, 400 miles for the next town. Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again. On the road again, like a band of gypsies we roll down the highway. We're the best of friends, insisting that the world keep turning our way, in our way. When your night is ending, ours is just beginning. On the road again, like a band of gypsies we roll down the highway. We're the best of friends, insisting that the world keep turning our way, in our way. On the road again, like a band of gypsies we roll down the highway. Brothers till the end, insisting that the world keep turning our way, in our way. Thanks for watching!