Today’s iPod playlist was all motorcycle-related songs.
The Other Kind, Steve Earle
I’m back out on that road again, turn this beast into the wind
There are those that break and bend, I’m the other kind
I’m the other kind
See, it used to be I was really free, didn’t need no gasoline to run
Before you could say Jack Kerouac and turn your back, I’d be gone
Yeah but nowadays I got me two good wheels
And I seek refuge in aluminum and steel
It takes me out there for just a little while
And the years fall away with every mile
The Motorcycle Song, Arlo Guthrie
I don’t want a pickle, I just want to ride on my motorsikkle!
I don’t wan’t a tickle, I just want to ride on my motorsikkle!
I don’t want to die, I just want to ride on my motorcy…….cle!
Bat out of Hell, Meatloaf
I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, on a silver and black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, and we’re all about to see the light….
I can see myself, tearing up the road faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe
Ano ones gonna stop me now, I gotta make my escape
But I can’t stop thinking of you
And I never see the sudden curve til it’s way too late
No I never see the sudden curve til it’s way too late
Then I’m dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun,
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating and breaking out of my body
And flying away like a bat out of hell
New Sensations, Lou Reed
I took my GPZ out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, its was 40 degrees outside
I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke
There were some country folk and some hunters inside
Somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her
Ghost Rider, Rush
(of course, the whole song is about motorcycling, so here’s an excerpt I especially like):
Sunrise in the mirror, lightens that invisible load
Riding on a nameless quest, haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Just an escape artist, racing against the night
A wandering hermit, racing toward the light
From the white sands
To the canyon lands
To the redwood stands
To the barren lands
Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory on suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line….
…baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Unknown Legend, Neil Young
Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
She’s been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides, colliding with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
Motorcycle Mama, Neil Young
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle Mama, won’t you lay it down.
I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, down the proud highway
Yeah, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’ down the proud highway
And as long as I keep movin’ I won’t need a place to stay.
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OK, readers, what else have you got? Any other good ones I’m missing?
Here’s a couple:
Born To Be Wild: Steppenwolf (the classic)
“Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way.”
Ride The Wind: Poison
“Hearts of fire
Streets of stone
Modern warriors
Saddle iron, horses of chrome
Taste the wild
Lick the wind
Like something they never saw before
Their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin
Rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Painted flesh
Loyalty
Humble pride
Just as far as the eye can see
Stories told
Two old friends
Of battle scars and lonely bars
And nights the rain wouldn’t end
Here’s to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Here’s to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers
Of all the truths and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
They say only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly”
Actually, doing a search on “motorcycle lyrics” turns up quite a few hits. I thought this one was cute:
Motorcycle Cowboy: Merle Haggard
“Yeah I love my biker baby
She loves her guitar picking pal
Yeah I love my Harley mama
She loves her guitar pickin pal
I’m her motorcycle cowboy
She’s my long tall gal.
Yeah I ain’t got no driveway
Park my hog out on the lawn
I ain’t got no driveway
Park my mean old hog out on the lawn
Well I ain’t got me much money
Got me a long tall blonde.
Oh ley, oh a ley, oh a ley hee hooo.”
Sweet! I’ll add those to my iTunes playlist at work tomorrow! Keep ‘em coming!
I can’t believe no one mentioned Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive.
“Cuz I’m a cowboy; On a steel horse I ride.
I’m wanted (wanted), Dead or Alive”
Jesus and Mary Chain’s “The Living End” from Psychocandy.
Although it doesn’t seem mention motorcycles per se, I’m rather partial to The Vines’ hit “Ride”.
Henry Rollins did a nice cover of Suicide’s “Ghost Rider” a while back, its not the same as that Rush song.
As a Kawasaki fan, I have to get that Lou Reed song now, thanks!
Also by Arlo: “Highway in the Wind”
Sail with me into the unknown void that has no end,
swept along the open road that don’t seem to begin.
Come with me and love me, babe. I may be back again.
Meantime I’ll keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
Evenings just begin the day, and follows with the night.
To love you and to be with you, say that it’s alright.
Love me while you have me, babe. I may be back again.
Meantime I’ll keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
There’s times I feel like goin’, times I want to stay.
Times that I ain’t feeling well. Times I feel ok.
Now you have time to love me, babe. You may have time again.
Meantime I keep sailing down this highway in the wind.
The fortune teller tells me that I have somewhere to go.
I look and try to understand. I wonder how she knows.
So I must be going now. I’m losing time, my friend.
Looking for a rainbow down this highway in the wind.
If you’re into techno or trance at all, check out “As The Rush Comes” by Motorcycle. It doesn’t explicitly mention motorcycles but it certainly describes the riding experience in my opinion. Great beat for riding too!
Traveling somewhere, could be anywhere
There’s a coldness in the air but I don’t care
We drift deeper into sound
Life goes on
We drift deeper
Into the sound feeling strong
So bring it on
So bring it on
Embrace me
Surround me as the rush comes
Embrace me
Surround me as the rush comes
Embrace me
Surround me as the rush comes
Oh embrace me
Surround me as the rush comes
So bring it on
So bring it on
“Life Is A Highway” is pretty good too, either the original or the cover by Rascal Flatts.
Life’s like a road that you travel on
When there’s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your head to the wind
There’s a world outside ev’ry darkened door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won’t hesitate
Break down the garden’s gate
There’s not much time left today
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Through all these cities and all these towns
It’s in my blood and it’s all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver’s lights
Knock me down get back up again
You’re in my blood
I’m not a lonely man
There’s no load I can’t hold
Road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Just tell ‘em we’re survivors
Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look in the eye
There ain’t no load that I can’t hold
Road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Just tell ‘em we’re survivors
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
I think a lot of people have heard this song, but haven’t known it was about a dude meeting death on his Triumph.
Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die
Jethro Tull
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday — work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to
die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies — tears in his eyes —
this wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll but he was too young to
die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to
die.
Can’t believe nobody mentioned Bob Seger:
‘Roll Me Away’
Took a look down a westbound road,
Right away I made my choice
Headed out to my big two-wheeler,
I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead on the northern plains
And just rolled that power on
Twelve hours out of mackinaw city
Stopped in a bar to have a brew
Met a girl and we had a few drinks
And I told her what Id decided to do
She looked out the window a long long moment
Then she looked into my eyes
She didnt have to say a thing,
I knew what she was thinkin
Roll, roll me away,
Wont you roll me away tonight
I too am lost, I feel double-crossed
And Im sick of whats wrong and whats right
We never even said a word,
We just walked out and got on that bike
And we rolled
And we rolled clean out of sight
We rolled across the high plains
Deep into the mountains
Felt so good to me
Finally feelin free
Somewhere along a high road
The air began to turn cold
She said she missed her home
I headed on alone
Stood alone on a mountain top,
Starin out at the great divide
I could go east, I could go west,
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin
Roll, roll me away,
Im gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin,
Keep searchin till I find whats right
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
Well get it right
Hi from England. Just thought that I would post this for you, as it combines bikes and ladies rather well.
“Unknown Legend” by Neil Young
She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch
her float across the floor
She grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down
Daddy always kept movin’,
so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair
flyin’ in the wind
She’s been runnin’ half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin’ with
the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
You know it ain’t easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend
in her time
Now she’s dressin’ two kids
Lookin’ for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look
in her eyes.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair
flyin’ in the wind
She’s been runnin’ half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin’ with the very
air she breathes
The air she breathes.
how about this richard thompson song
1952 Vincent Black Lightning
Oh says Red Molly to James “That’s a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like”
Says James to Red Molly “My hat’s off to you
It’s a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.
And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme”
And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
Oh says James to Red Molly “Here’s a ring for your right hand
But I’ll tell you in earnest I’m a dangerous man.
For I’ve fought with the law since I was seventeen,
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.
Now I’m 21 years, I might make 22
And I don’t mind dying, but for the love of you.
And if fate should break my stride
Then I’ll give you my Vincent to ride”
“Come down, come down, Red Molly” called Sergeant McRae
“For they’ve taken young James Adie for armed robbery.
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.
Oh come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside”
When she came to the hospital, there wasn’t much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
He said “I’ll give you my Vincent to ride”
Says James “In my opinion, there’s nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won’t do,
Ah, they don’t have a soul like a Vincent 52”
Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
Said “I’ve got no further use for these.
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home”
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride
The artist is David Wilcox, and the song is, “Eye of the Hurricane”.
Tank is full, switch is on
Night is warm, cops are gone
Rocket bike is all her own
It’s called a hurricane
She told me once it’s quite a ride
It’s shaped so there’s this place inside
Where if you’re moving you can hide
Safe within the rain
She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane
Tell the truth, explain to me
How you got this need for speed
She laughed and said “it might just be
The next best thing to love.”
Hope is gone and she confessed
When you lay your dream to rest
You can get what’s second best
But it’s hard to get enough
She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane
We saw her ride so fast last night
Racing by a flash of light
Riding quick, the street was dark
A shining truck she thought was parked
It blocked her path, stopped her heart
But not the hurricane
She saw her chance to slip the trap
There was just the room to pass in back
But then it moved, closed the gap
She never felt the pain
She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane
She rides the eye of a hurricane
Hot Rod Heart, John Fogerty
bad motor scooter montrose,
the best one of all
Then again, there’s the little known “Motorcycle” by Love & Rockets circa 1992. Good drivin beat & mean sound
Me and the motorcycle
Me and the motorbike
We just running around
My feet are off the ground
She’s not gonna let me down
She’s not gonna let me down
Me and this motorcycle
Me and this motorbike
You don’t go too fast
You just set me free
It don’t go too fast
Just let me out
Let me out
AHHHH – Motorcycle
AHHHH – We are free
I feel warm inside
On the motorbike
The wind is all around
On the motorbike
We are free
The motorcycle and me
The motorcycle and me
The motorcycle and me
Sorry to say that Hot Rod Heart by John Fogerty is about driving a Buick, it’s not about motorcycles. Still, that makes about twenty four bike songs!
What about Silver Machine by Hawkwind or the absolute motorcycle classic Leader of the Pack?
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Must be a young crowd, howbout’ Black denim trousers by the cheers in 1955. Don’t remember that one huh?
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
and a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped up cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of highway 101
What an interesting evening this has been reading this. I recently wrote a couple of songs about my love for my Harley and the experience. One titled ” Move to the front seat” a tribute to women getting their own License and riding their own bikes. Another is titled ” Road King Queen ” in honor of my 2007 HD Road King Custom in Suede Blue. You can see this bike and learn a bit more about me on my myspace page Display name HollyStone URL roadkingqueen07
It’s not all about Motorcycles but cute song…
“For Your Love” Chris LeDoux
“Jump a motorcykle over half-a-dozen hondas”
How ’bout “Motorcycle Man” by Saxon?
This is great stuff. Though there is no mention of motorcycles in this one, how can you leave it out?
The Ballad of Easy Rider by Roger McGuinn.
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
All he wanted
Was to be free
And that’s the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
Flow river flow
Past the shaded tree
Go river, go
Go to the sea
Flow to the sea
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
Motorhead – IronHorse/Born To Lose
He rides a road, that don’t have no end,
An open highway, without any bends,
Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream,
Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
He lives his life, he’s living it fast,
Don’t try to hide, when the dice have been cast,
He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone,
Loaded forever, and righteously stoned,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
Yeah, slide it to me!
One day one day, they’ll go for the sun,
Together they’ll slide, on the eternal run,
Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze,
Yeah tramp and the brothers, all born to lose,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
Rollins Band – Ghost Rider
Alan Vega. Suicide. Ghostrider. Ghostrider.
Ghostrider, motorcycle hero.
Ghostrider, motorcycle hero.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, he’s blazing away!
Like the star, star, stars in the universe, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, he’s looking so cute, yeah!
Riding around in a blue jumpsuit, yeah.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, he’s screaming the truth!
America is killing its youth.
I see them trying, dying, choking, drowning, going down, going down.
I see you dying, dying.
Oh. You don’t wanna break apart Ghostrider’s heart.
He’s riding through your town with his head on fire.
He’s riding through your town with his head on fire.
Halo burning. Eyes are crying. Halo buring. Eyes are crying.
Ghostrider, Ghostrider, Ghostrider, Ghostrider keep riding.
Never stop riding.
Hey, hey, don’t forget to burn, don’t forget to burn.
Burn with fire. With fire, fire, fire, fire!
With fire! Yeah!
(not necissarily about motorcycles, but everyone’s favorite motorcycle hero~! =D)
thanks for the songs.
“Ride” – Joe Satriani “Flying in a Blue Dream”
I know some people like to take life easy,
That’s not my style.
I’m not the type to let this life tease me,
I’m gonna make it wild.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
Some people think you’ve got to live your life one way,
I disagree.
I’m not gonna pay attention to them anyway,
It’s got nothing, nothing to do with me.
Life is so short, we’ve got
No time to waste at all.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
I see the road, as it opens up before me,
I feel the heat.
I’m gonna go where I want, when I want to.
I’ve got to be free.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
I just wanna ride,
Get on my bike and ride.
Feels so right…
Feels so right…
How ’bout this Judas Priest tune – Dessert Plains
Full moon is rising
The sky is black
I heed your call I’m coming back
The road is straight cast
Wind’s in my eyes
The engine roars between my thighs
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Wild mountain thunder
Echoes my quest
My body aches but I’ll not rest
Quartz light to guide me
Till sunrise leads
My passion screams, my heart it bleeds
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Then in the distance
I see you stand
On the horizon you raise your hand
In burning rubber
I end my quest
You fall into my arms and rest
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
Or this classic Outlaws song “Ghost Riders in the Sky”
An old cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A plowin’ through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard… and he heard their mournful cry
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd but they ‘aint caught ‘em yet
’cause they’ve got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin’ to catch this devil herd…. a-cross these endless
skies.
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Free and Easy (down the road I go)
by Dierks Bentley
first line is a pair of boots and a sack of clothes …
How about “Ride” by Warrant.
I don’t need love, I just need gasoline
A broken line so I can pass the things that
Try to slow me down, or get in my way.
I don’t need someone holding on too tight
I’d rather have a warm clean summer night
Miles of empty road, wind in my face.
(chorus)
Gimme a life to ride…and leave what I hate behind.
Outta sight outta mind…Gimme a life to ride.
Now this one wants a brand new picket fence
This one wants his wife to make some sense
Neither one remembers ever being free.
Now I control my life and destiny
Yes I am king of everything I see
Nothing gonna suck my life away…never gonna be a slave…
(chorus)
There’s a great track off of the soundtrack to “Gonzo”, the Hunter S. Thompson documentary, called “Gonzo’s Honest Run”, describing Thompson’s love of screwing it on, even though he’d ostensibly just gone out to clear a few cobwebs from inside his head…
Motorcycle Mama, Harpo (1996 – Movie Star)
Motorcycle Ride, Rancid (1994 – Let’s Go)
Motorcycle Mama, Sailcat (1972 – Motorcycle Mama)
Call me the breeze -lynyrd skynyrd !!!
On the road again -canned heat
tush -zz top
la grange -zz top
gimme all your lovin’ -zz top
Golden Age of Leather – Blue Oyster Cult
Feel the Thunder – Blue Oyster Cult
Against the Wind – Bob Seger
How about “panheads forever” by David Allen Coe
David allan Coe- Panheads forever or harley someday or when I was a young
Harley-Davidson Blues by Canned Heat …is a must motorcycle song!
Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf …does not mention motorcycles, but the analogy fits!! My bike is named “the magic carpet ride”.
MAGIC CARPET RIDE
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
Well, you don’t know what we can find
Why don’t you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin’s lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle’s all I found
Well, you don’t know what we can find
Why don’t you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
What about the Beach Boys – Little Honda? Not a HD song, but still qualifies as a motorcycle (sort of)
I’m not a country fan, but this one has really grown on me – Toby Keith: Time for Me to Ride
I hate forums passionately, but this one has been a great experience. Thanks everyone!
cool post and thanks to all who posted. I was just searching biker songs and ran across this and enjoyed reading them. You know it’s kinda dumb that harley has all of those cd’s they put out but don’t have any actual songs about bikes on them. Well as far as I know anyhow. Well keep the shiney side up………
Can’t believe you guys are missing …
MEGADETH – MOTO PSYCHO.
hehehe, i love it!
you have not said any thing about leader of the pack
Little Honda done by The Beach Boys
Well this doesn’t discribe motorcycles, but it’
s awesome to listen to while you ride
Black Betty by ram jam
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a child (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone wild (bam-A-lam)
She said “I’m worrin’ outta my mind” (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone blind (bam-A-lam)
I said oh black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
She really gets me high (bam-BA-lam)
You know that’s no lie (bam-BA-lam)
She’s so rock steady (bam-BA-lam)
She’s always ready (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
She’s from birmingham (bam-BA-lam)
Way down in alabam’ (bam-BA-lam)
Well’ shes shakin’ that thing (bam-BA-lam)
Boy she makes me sing (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty (bam-BA-lam)
Whoa, black betty
BAM-BA-LAM
Kickstart My Heart – Motley Crue?
Whats this song called. was remade for tribute helsl angels song. its begins with
riding ( or driving )down the highway dressed in black
and sometime before chorus the text goes like this
He is the leader of the pack , hellss angeeels.
The best biker song (and video) I know is “Moi Motortsykl” by the Russian ska-punk group Leningrad., with vocal by frontman Sergei “Shnur” Shnurov. Check it out on Youtube; download it with Rocket MP3. You will be amazed.
Freewheelin’ by the Road Hammers:
Pull off, truck stop, pay the man, gas it up,
waitress, blue plate, bacon, toast, two fried eggs,
cup of coffee, wash it down, kick start get the hell outta town.
Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh
Tattoo, right leg, thumb out, hitching on the highway
sissy bar, bed roll, anywhere you wanna go,
Where to go, I dont know, never been to Mexico
Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh
Bring it on!
Pull off, truck stop, pay the man, gas it up,
cup of coffee, wash it down, kick start get the hell outta town.
Freewheelin’ … home is anyplace I go, yeh