Vertaling: Watts, Isaac. Kom, laat ons Join Our Vrolijke Songs.
Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3... In the place to be, It is I, the R-K-A-D-E, Dropping poems on your telephone. And it goes a little like this:
This is my song of the open road, Advice for the young, memories for the old Many stories go untold That's why I'm singing my song of the open road.