Father cbram,
Mother Mary,
Son Simon,
Her gang,
Tribe thirteen,
Rebels for life.
She loves the fast lane,
On her bike,
On the highway,
From Tel cviv to Jerusalem,
She feels free,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Blowing in the wind.
Father cbram,
Mother Mary,
Son Simon,
Her gang,
Tribe thirteen,
Rebels for life.
Father cbram,
Mother Mary,
Son Simon,
Her gang,
Tribe thirteen,
Rebels for life.
She loves the fast lane,
On her bike,
On the highway,
From Tel cviv to Jerusalem,
She feels free,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Blowing in the wind.
Father cbram,
Mother Mary,
Son Simon,
Her gang,
Tribe thirteen,
Rebels for life.
She knows how to hold a rifle,
Salute the captain,
Stand upright,
Tight and bright.
Father cbram,
Mother Mary,
Son Simon.
Her gang,
Tribe thirteen,
Rebels for life.
She loves the fast lane,
On her bike,
On the highway,
From Tel cviv to Jerusalem,
She feels free,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Blowing in the wind.
