(White/Cop/Nabb)
Verse 1
Well I met her at this party she was standing in-between
Some records and a drinks tray she was only seventeen
Well I knew right then I’d made it so I offered her some wine
She said, “No thanks mate, ‘cause I’m drivin’, Pomagne will do me fine”
Verse 2
Well I thought this over carefully I decided to plunge right in
So I reached up very slowly and grabbed her by the chin
I said, “We could go out ridin’” and if she liked she could ride mine
But she caught on very quickly and kicked me in the spine
Chorus
She was a rock & rollin’ motorcycle girl
And she’s capable of makin’ your hair curl
With girls like that who needs a motor-bike
Fill her up with gas and she’ll make you feel alright
Blow her carburettor and she’ll keep on runnin’ better
Feel her pulsing through her old sweaty leather
Give me girls who ride a motor-bike
Solo
Chorus
With girls like that who needs a motor-bike
Fill her up with gas and she’ll make you feel alright
Blow her carburettor and she’ll keep on runnin’ better
Feel her pulsing through her old sweaty leather
Give me girls who ride a motor-bike
Verse 3
So listen very carefully I’ll tell you just what to do
I’ll give you my instructions, the rest is up to you
First you get her in the corner put your arms around her back
If she kicks you right in the nuts mate, well that’s the end of that
Chorus 2
She was a rock & rollin’ motorcycle girl
And she’s capable of makin’ your hair curl (x2)
Give me girls who ride a motor-bike (x2)