Spent all my cash tryin'
To get in her pants
All night buyin' whiskey, okay?
Blond bitch kept teasin,
And struttin' her stuff
I was hard by the end of the day
I needed some action
I kept begging her' "Please?"
Mammaries drove me insane
They might be plastic
But they were fantastic
And I need a piece tonight

But arms of her Hell's Angel
Pry awaaaaay, my beer
And his choke, hold, might spell doom
Unless the Lone Ranger's near
I was pulled, from, the cleavage
Of her giant , mammaries
In the arms of her Hell's Angel
Would you di-iiial, nine one one please?

So scared of his strait knife
And everywhere I turn
There's bikers with guns in their belt
And my head keeps on twistin'
It keeps on turning around
Now I know just how Linda Blair felt
It won't make no difference
'Less help gets here quick
Leaking, blood like a sieve
Life flashed before me
I'll prob'ly need morphine
If I, manage , to live

Yea arms of her Hell's Angel
Pried awaaay, my beer
And his choke, hold, might spell doom
Unless the Lone Ranger's near
I was pulled, from, the cleavage
Of her giant mammaries
In the arms of her Hell's Angel
Would you di-iiiiial, nine one one please?
In the arms of her Hell's Angel
Would you di-iiiial, nine one one please?