I think my eardrums have spiked
I can’t hear a thang, huh?
The chick that’s gunning her bike
Has blown them away

She’s got a Harley to ride
It’s got some cherry bomb pipes
I’ve got a reason to gripe
Cause I can’t hear!

She’s the new neighbor next door
Who’s scaring my dog, yeah
Poor Spike starts pacing the floor
When she starts her Hawg

She’s got a Harley to ride
She’s noise pollution alright
I got a bone she can bite
If she ain’t queer!

I don’t know why she’s revin’ so high
She ought to be fined
She ought to do time or else
Because I think I’m loosin’ my mind
I’m gonna go nuts
I got to go get some help


Some say I need to use tacks
To labor my point, yeah?
A spike strip’s good for a flat
And bad for the joints, naah!

She’s got a chopper that goes
She’s got some tattoos to show
To her Hell’s Angels are schmoes
But she’s no witch

I don’t know why she’s riding at night
She ought to realize
I need a good night of sleep
Before I got a-plenty shuteye
I got to sleep sound
Now I am found counting sheep

One night I woke up to see
Her nude on my lawn, yeah!
I rose butt naked from sleep
To the crack of Dawn

Now, we had a Harley to ride
We went-a-streaking all night
We had a very good time
But I rode bitch

I hate to ride bitch, I hate to ride bitch
I hate to ride bitch, I hate to ride bitch
I hate to ride bitch