Dust kicks up in the morning sun,

A streak of color and the race is on.

No map, no master, no slowing down,

Just a whisper of wind on open ground.

Every trap, every scheme, every shadow in the heat—

He just laughs at the danger dancing under his feet.

Meep meep—gone before you blink,

Don’t do it, hajima, (hajima)

A flash on the horizon at the canyon’s brink,

Don’t go gajima, (gajima)

Meep meep—wild heart on the run,

Don’t look bojima, (bojima)

He’s the desert’s little thunderbolt outracing the sun,

Don’t listen deutchima.

Tracks appear, then vanish in a breath,

He dodges every twist like he’s cheating death.

No cage can hold him, no plan can land,

He’s a freedom song stitched into the sand.

Every chase, every leap, every echo in the sky—

He’s a rumor with feathers and a will to fly.

Meep meep—gone before you blink,

Don’t eat meokjima, (meokjima)

A flash on the horizon at the canyon’s brink,

Don’t sleep jajima, (jajima)

Meep meep—wild heart on the run,

Don’t laugh utjima, (utjima)

He’s the desert’s little thunderbolt outracing the sun,

Don’t forget itjima.

He’s the spirit of the open road,

A spark that never slows.

You can chase him through the mesas,

But nobody ever knows—

How he slips between the seconds,

How he bends the desert air,

How he leaves you in the silence

Like he was never there.

Meep meep—hear the freedom ring,

Don’t do it, hajima, don’t go gajima.

A streak of living lightning with a desert swing,

Don’t look bojima, don’t listen deutchima.

Meep meep—wild heart on the run,

Don’t eat, don’t sleep, meokjima, jajima.

He’s the echo of tomorrow underneath the sun,

Don’t laugh, don’t forget—utjima, itjima.

Meep meep—gone before you blink,

Don’t do it, hajima…

Meep meep—wild heart on the run,

Don’t forget… itjima.