Biker Ballad

Down a tunnel, in a tube
On the road, knocked down and bruised
Some man laid with blood in hair
And beside him was a bear.
But this bear was a man
Red-neck biker from some clan
I was really scared and pissed
But the creature only hissed:
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!
I said: Sir, what have you done?
Take a look at what’s going on
Why kill a man for touching your bike?
After all, it’s just a hype
Hype it is! — Was the reply —
Kiss your ass and say goodbuy!
He pulled out his killer gun
I got blue and turned round to run
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!
But I did not run away
I was smarter in a way
Took the road to the country side
Down to red-flagged farming sites
«Rent a tractor» — the sign read
Want them all! — That's what I said
Paid my bill and went to a pub
Where drunkards had their fun
Hey, you boys, you wanna ride?
Gotta a fag, who pushed you pride!
Got 'em wheels?
Sure I do!
And the biker paid his due…
Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch my bike!
It’s the only thing I like!