Besedila: Saxon. Crusader. A Little Bit Of What You Fancy.

When I hit the ground, I was on the run
I was born, the seventh son
I came up fast, just wanting more
Always running from the law
My father said, "Now slow down, son
Life for you has just begun"

A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good
A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good

Don't stop me now, I'm running wild
I've always been a restless child
I was born to rock and roll
Mmm, it's in my soul
I've got my Ford, she's long and black
Who needs a fucking Cadillac

A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good
A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good

I sleep all day and I'm up all night
I don't get paid but that's alright
Don't put me down, I've had enough
I'll stand and fight
When I hit the ground, I was on the run
I was born the seventh son

A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good
A little bit of what you fancy
Always does you good