Meet the Duke

Can you feel it in the air?
The scent of a magic flair?
Something wicked this way comes
Something with explosive outcomes

Hide your daughters
Get off your teeter-totters
Prince of the city is coming
With the noise of his engine roaring

They call him Duke
That’s right, losers, he’s KTM Duke!

He’s my best friend
A machine you can’t comprehend
My loyal companion
With whom I travel the grand canyon

He makes me feel free
Like in a deep blue sea
The black knight in shining armour
Who can overtake the tightest corner

They call him Duke
That’s right, losers, he’s KTM Duke!