Cruisin’ Swedish Style

Cruisin’ Swedish Style

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Raggar style, Swedish soul
(Rollin’… rollin’… Rollin’… rollin’…)
Chrome and thunder, lose control

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Raggar style, Swedish soul
(Rollin’… rollin’… Rollin’… rollin’…)
Chrome and thunder, lose control

Rollin’ down the E‑4 in a rusty ’64 Impala,
Chrome is shining bright, reflecting every roadside sign.
Leather jackets, slicked‑back hair, radio pushing loud.
Folks outside the gas station turn around as we roll out.

Cruisin’ Swedish style, under late‑night summer skies.
Engine’s roaring wild, through the summer nights.
Straight pipes wake the sleepy town before the morning light.
Every mile just adds another story we can’t rewrite.

Burgers wrapped in paper, coffee strong and black.
Friends are all around me, laughing by the Pontiac.
Tailfins gleaming in the dark, stories shared in laughs,
Someone finds an old cassette — we all know every track.

Summer nights and long roads, windows open wide,
Mosquitoes hit the windshield, Bon Jovi by our side.
Epa tractors rumble by, but we keep our classic pride,
They wave us through the crossroads as we roll on for the ride.

Cruisin’ Swedish style, under late‑night summer skies.
Keeping the V8 roaring till the morning light.
Smelling burning rubber, drinking warm beer.
We’re waking up the town and we do it every year!

Dad said this old Chevy wouldn’t see another year,
Now she’s still out cruising with that same old growl we hear.
From small towns up to cities bright, we still meet the same old friends.
Greasy hands and open roads — that’s where the weekend starts again.

From the gas station lot to the old country road,
Same old songs on crackling radios wherever we may go.
Every parking lot’s a meeting place before the night is through.
Chrome, beer, jokes and V‑8s — that’s how we’ve always done it.

Cruisin’ Swedish style, under late‑night summer skies.
Engine’s roaring wild, through the summer nights.
Big V8 thunder, echo through the town.
We ain’t going home till the sun comes around.

So if you see us rollin’, don’t forget to smile,
We’re living life the raggar way, Swedish style.



Discography

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