That utmost day I got my bike
There was kharma around in the air
Hell's Angels drinking at the bar
And a Harley Jet roared in Pershing Square

I may be bad, I may be nice
But pardon my French if I swear
'Cause when I made that motor run
A Harley Jet roared in Pershing Square

The cops who were patrolling Angel Town
Sensed some unrest - they wore a frown
They didn't know it was a ride of love
An entourage from town to town

Mulholland Drive and movie stars
Were nothing that could compare
To bike regattas on the 5
And a Harley Jet's roar in Pershing Square

( heavy metal interlude )

Far out it was, so wild and free
As we rode through the Renaissance Faire
It was like a magic carpet ride
And a Harley Jet roared in Pershing Square

As I sit behind my desk
I hear it as if I were there
A fleet of choppers rumbling on
And a Harley Jet roared in Pershing Square

The sun descending beneath Malibu
Couldn't stop our whoop de doo
Under moonlight we thundered on the road
To Steppenwolf, his bikers ode

And to this day my bike still runs
As if it were riding on air
And like a voice from the past
A Harlet Jet roars in Pershing Square