I brush my teeth, I dry my hair
I put on skimpy underwear
And I ride
To hell and back
Yeah I ride
Carving up the nation
Or the nearest service station
I ride
My leathers rip my tits
(drowned out by loud laughter)
And I ride
To hell and back
And I ride
means a lot to me
And I ride
(track degenerates wildly!)
What's the problem?
What? It's only tits
Jen!
Don't follow me
Jen!
Don't be afraid of my bosom