October 23, 2015This is a bit long, but funny `til the end!
You are a yuppie biker,
you came upon the scene,
just to keep the prices up,
on Harley`s new machines!
You bought it brand new,
not a mile has it seen,
You lavished it with chrome,
and a coat of flashy paint,
and now regard this creation,
entirely your own!
You polish it by day,
and talk about it by night,
the only time you ride,
is when the sun is bright.
After all what`s the point,
if you can`t be seen?
When owning one of these new
Harley D. Machines!
You trailer it to here,
you haul it over there,
if it weren`t for your pickup truck,
it would never go nowhere!
You hang out at the dealership,
Trying to act like the rest,
you stand out like a sore thumb,
in your designer chap`s and vest.
Harley T, leather jacket n boots,
you really think your cool,
but that`s not what the little girls say,
when you`re cruising round their school!
It always seems to amuse me,
how after just one beer,
you manage to find your bike,
but can`t find your way out of first gear.
Iâ€™ve seen the way you ride...
Man, itâ€™s surely is a sin.
Allow me to be the first,
to thank you for the giggles and grins.
Between the manly stud you are,
and the flashy chrome and paint,
when you pull up at an intersection,
you`re sure the girls will faint.
Then fate would have it,
the answer to your dreams,
a firm young biker bitch,
the trophy of your scheme.
She pulled beside you at the light,
on a low slung FXR,
but the way she left in her dust,
youâ€™re wishing you`d kept your car!