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Hells Angel (Wild Biker)

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Hell's Angel (Wild Biker)

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Hell's Angel (Wild Biker)

I've been a Hell's Angel for many's the year
And I've spent all me money on black leather gear
Me bike is all rusty and I'm saddle sore
And I never will play the Hell's Angel no more!

I went into a bikeshop I used to frequent
And I told the mechanic me camshaft was bent
I asked for a new one, he answered "No Way!"
Yer bike is a Honda - we stock BSA!"

I took from me pocket me Hitler Youth knife
And his eyes opened wide as he fled for his life
Saying "I was just joking, take whatever you like!"
I said "Ta very much, mate, I'll have a new bike!"

This bike needed greasing before I could ride
So I took it and lay underneath it outside
But I'd only just started when in from of me eyes
I saw two great big jackboots with black shiny toes!

And now , as I lie here - both legs in a cast
That's the first fight I've had and I swear its me last!
And when I get out of the intensive care ward
Sure I never will play the hell's angel no more!

Air is The Wild Rover, obviously. Learned from a half Irish/half Breton
windsurfer, on a small island off the West coast of Ireland!

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