One morning I go out and start the Zilla,
the one known as the Banshee killa.
I took her out and hit the powerband,
because it is time to hit the sand.
Pack everything in the truck for the long haul,
while the Zilla waits to kill them all.
The destination is within reach,
I can’t wait to tear up Pismo Beach.
My first race was up Comp Hill,
boy was that was an easy kill.
These banshees think they are hot sh*t,
but when they see me they all quit.
Must have been the way I ride with grace,
because me and my Zilla didn’t lose a race.
After all the sand and other things were thrown,
I sat at the top on my throne.
After many rides under the moons,
I had enough of the sand dunes.
So I made the long trip home,
but I made a stop to race at the superdome.
