He's moving down and has half evil's face.
He's never strolling down and never takes a rest.
It's a hell outlike a devil to
It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.
Right in by day or in the middle of the night
What he's doing makes me feel alright.
It's a hell out like a devil to
It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.
Cry, cry mad in the sun,
Don't care about them.
Run, run mad in the sun,
But on your Harley Davidson.
When he's taking on the time trembles and
Although the fire enourmous more than cycle makes.
It's a hell out like a devil to
It seem on this Harley, Harley Davidson.
Cry, cry mad in the sun,
Don't care about them.
Run, run mad in the sun,
But on your Harley Davidson.
