I bought myself a motorbike, a HOG I
thinks it was
I don’t know why I bought it, well perhaps …
well just because
Because people they all stare at me, as I roll
past them on the road
And my HOG it makes so much noise, they
think she might explode
I got myself some leathers, they're hot and heavy
but look okay
And I found a cutoff jean-jacket, that had
seen a better day
My girl she sewed on patches, see I’m a
rebel through and through
And I love it when you stare at me, but I don’t
know why you do
Is it because I look like Brandon, as my
Harley powers by
With my denim jeans and shining chrome,
reflecting the blue sky
Or is it because the noise attracts them, as
slowly past I go
Inside I am just gleaming, cause my Harley’s out on show
I set out for a long day ride, the wind
blowing through my hair
Well that’s what would be happening, if my
helmet wasn’t there
My face gets stung by bugs and stones, but
my helmet it looks so cool
And I cannot wear a full face lid, and
risk looking like a fool
I got pulled up on the freeway, the Highway
Patrol had a good laugh
When after I got my ticket, my HOG she would not start
I had to call my sister, to come and get
me and my ride
It really was so embarrassing, and I was cringing
deep inside
Then I had to get insurance, but I could
not afford to pay
So I only ride my Harley for an hour each
Saturday
It really is depressing, there's so many places I
can’t go
But it’s just the sad reality, my Harley’s
just for show
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