Fighting the 'Cons again, roll out, go, roll out, go
As a Gallardo, pretty dope, pretty dope
Humans won't know we're from space, have to hide, have to hide
Some of them are on our case, don't get why, don't get why

How did they find us? I don't know, I don't know
Each day, they chase us, on they go, on they go
No robots spied yet, bar is low, bar is low
I still don't like this, do they know? Do they know?

A car that's termed "sport"? Should be fast, I'll scan it
Not really seeing lots of this type, of this type
Maybe I look out of place when I drive, when I drive
Pretty small town's where we stay real close by, real close by

So when Optimus says to go, says to go
And punch the bad 'bots, it's a show, it's a show
Thought I was hiding, that's a "no", that's a "no"
My aft gets filmed with all their phones, all their phones

Not just me driving super-flash like a twit
Others are cars that were made just one time, in fact
Some that were made for one race in the wrong country, okay
And yet no-one wants to change like there's some odd force at play

Easy to change up, form reload, form reload
Then when we're stationed, no-one knows, no-one knows
That we're 'bots hiding and we won't, and we won't
Bring humans filming where bombs blow, where bombs blow
Form transformation? No, I won't, no, I won't
I'm gonna stay what I first chose, I first chose
Looks super awesome (not gonna change me, no way), human folks, human folks (stupid fleshlings in my way)
Will soon get bored of (I'd hate to be commonplace) where I go, where I go (so it's them who'll have to change)