The Hells Angels

A Secret Verse so don't tell the pigs ok, Grunt, Grunt, Grunt
Can I? May I? Will you let me? Take you home tonight,
Do you fancy coming for a long ride on my chopper trike?
60 in a 30 zone, or 80 in a 40,
110 on the bypass and 160 on the M40,
Into London city flashing past speed cameras,
Because the Pigs can't catch me, And if there is 4 cars behind us,
Its 200 mph and let a can of oil go,
I love it when the pigs slip and slide across the Motor way,
We can get lost in the airport riding on the runway o0n a chopper trike,
I am one of the best and I do whatever I like,
Hells Angel on a Chopper trike doing what he can,
Riding into the gates of Hell because he is a Man,
The Warrior Poet, is slick and smooth,
So across the Heavens he rides because he's in the grove,
Meeting up with other bikers so they rejoin the chase,
Riding around the M25 the Pigs keep up with the pace,
30 Choppers led by one trike, Bombing along the road,
The Warrior Poet is out in front the others do as he says,
The Boys in blue have got no chance to catch this motor trike,
The Warrior poet leads this pack and rides through the night.