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 ...