I brush my teeth, I dry my hair
I put on skimpy underwear
And I ride
To hell and back
Yeah I ride
Carving up the nation
Or the nearest service station
I ride

My leathers rip my tits
… (drowned out by loud laughter) …
And I ride
To hell and back
And I ride

… means a lot to me
And I ride

… (track degenerates wildly!) …

What's the problem?
What? it's only tits.
Jen!
Don't follow me
Jen!
Don't be afraid of my bosom