men weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees

i have a bike
some big ass shit which looks like hell
no one knows it's cheap and has close to no power
but heck it's black and big and has these yellow goldenish flames on it
hell yeah!

when i first got it people who drive thought it was a harley
of course the bikers knew better and made it their point to overtake me on sharp bends
but heck, most girls drive anyway and if it could fool them it'll do for me
i think that's how i got my girlfriend anyway
dunno why 'til now she doesn't wanna sit behind

when i finally realized i had my own machine
with an insurance and taxes that i myself paid for
with the total freedom that was all mine
you could imagine the fun i had riding it everywhere
i rode to the 7-11 though i could walk
i rode to work even in the rain
i rode to the airport for fucks
so much lonely fun

she meant the world to me...i'd bathe her and wipe her pipes
tweak her dials and twiddle the fuel cock
tickle the carburettor and stick my key in her ignition
yeah by now you should think i'm sick
how else would you explain a guy's fascination with riding a machine?
and the fact that a motorbike gives a guy so much power between his legs

yeah yeah i'm genitally stunted
whatever

end of the day is, people who drive don't realize how much their missing
even if the bike's a scooter, a moped even...or some bigass screaming-to-hell sportsbike
there's something about facing the elements on your own
without the hum of the aircond, music from your stereo, the fake plastic air
no ABS or 4WD or electronically controlled steering
just you, the sun or the rain, the rolling tar, the 60 miles an hour
the feeling of being in control of yourself and the machine you're using to conquer the road
not to mention the stares from drivers in their MPVs when you hit their side mirrors
and the feeling of satisfaction when you get a bug stuck between your two front teeth

the last one was just a joke