I recall the blacktop finally reached our neighborhood.
Those dusty gravel roads were gone, they were gone for good.
I rode my bike to foreign lands, I still recall the thrill...
The day I first encountered that great slope they call Thrill Hill.

Thrill Hill, one hundred yards of terror, steep as cars could go.
Thrill Hill, the shortest path to hell, straight line from high to low.
Thrill Hill, a flirt with danger, just a blacktop mountainside.
Thrill Hill, I swore one day I'd take that ride.

My brother flew right past me, and I feared that he would die,
Both tires left the ground, as he pedaled to the sky.
He bounced back on the road and his head bounced off the handlebars.
I couldn't bear to look, I just said "LOOK OUT FOR THAT CAR!"

Thrill Hill, one hundred yards of terror, steep as cars could go.
Thrill Hill, the shortest path to hell, straight line from high to low.
Thrill Hill, a flirt with danger, just a blacktop mountainside.
Thrill Hill, I swore one day I'd take that ride.

I guess it's now or never, I guess fools will never learn.
Spinning pedals, grinding metal, past the point of no return.
My eyelids flapped behind my ears, and my teeth began to crack.
I'm halfway down the mountainside, and there's no turning back.

Thrill Hill, one hundred yards of terror, steep as cars could go.
Thrill Hill, the shortest path to hell, straight line from high to low.
Thrill Hill, a flirt with danger, just a blacktop mountainside.
Thrill Hill, I swore one day I'd take that ride.

Now I became a man that day, although I lost the race.
I spent the next few minutes, picking bugs out of my face.
My tires were blown, my nerves were shot, I nearly lost my skin.
Just then I heard my brother say "Let's try that once again".

Thrill Hill, one hundred yards of terror, steep as cars could go.
Thrill Hill, the shortest path to hell, straight line from high to low.
Thrill Hill, a flirt with danger, just a blacktop mountainside.
Thrill Hill, I swore one day I'd take that ride.