(Verse 1)
In the heart of England, 'neath the sky so grand,
Rolls the Royal Enfield Bullet, across the green land.
With a history so rich, and a build so strong,
"Made like a gun," is its enduring song.
(Chorus)
Oh, ride the Bullet, with pride and might,
Through the British isles, from morning to night.
Its legacy etched in every gear and run,
For it's made, oh it's made, like a trusty gun.
(Verse 2)
From the wars of yore to the peace we cherish,
The Bullet's journey, never to perish.
A British icon, in steel and chrome,
Through countryside and city, it finds its home.
(Chorus)
Oh, ride the Bullet, with pride and might,
Through the British isles, from morning to night.
Its legacy etched in every gear and run,
For it's made, oh it's made, like a trusty gun.
(Bridge)
Through the mists of time, it rides with grace,
A steadfast companion, setting the pace.
"Made like a gun," goes the age-old phrase,
A testament to its enduring ways.
(Verse 3)
So here's to the Bullet, a tale to be told,
Of British heritage, and spirits bold.
In every rev and every ride,
The Royal Enfield Bullet, our enduring pride.
(Chorus)
Oh, ride the Bullet, with pride and might,
Through the British isles, from morning to night.
Its legacy etched in every gear and run,
For it's made, oh it's made, like a trusty gun.
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