Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About a bad trail you know so well
It started way back in 1990
With rocks, trails, trees and me
I had a little bike named Rockhopper
Just me and my hopper and a bottle of water
Shredding across the land roosting up sand
TMBRA's posse on my tail 'cause I'm in the lead
One lonely Cat 3 I be
All out front without nobody
The sun is beating down on my Specialized hat
The air is gettin' hot the water cans are empty
Lookin' for an oasis I ran into a guy
His name is Fat Chuck., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"