Well Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist, Rode his motorcycle very fast With a twist of the wrist he'd give it the gas There wasn't nothin' on the road he couldn't pass
He had a big black leather jacket With an eagle on the back & zippers up the sleeves And when he rode down the road His long black greasy duck tails just blowed in the breeze
Every night he'd rev up his motor And drag down the main street of town He had plenty of nerve, he'd swerve on a curve He loved to run those pedestrians down (Aaaaaa! )
{spoken} Look out here comes that happy fool on that Harley. Say how do you know he's happy? Say by the bugs on his teeth. Watch out here he comes. (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Well Speed had a girl name of Sugar Beet Sayin' my she was a lovely child When she'd sit back of Speed on the buddy seat You know it would drive old Speed Ball wild
{spoken} And she'd say, 'Come on baby, Say let's get some kicks' 'So let's make it, So let's take off, So let's scratch man' 'Say come on cool daddy, Let's hear them tires screech On that concrete, Yeah Yeah Yeah' Oh when she talked that trash to ol' Speed like that, Say it'd just tear him up and he'd just oh lose his mind And he'd say, 'Hang on Baby' And he'd twist that handlebar (Brrrwow) Take off and burn that road for half a mile (Brrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Well one night he was rollin' down the highway Sugar Beet was hangin' on ridin' double When he heard that police siren scream And he knew he was in for some trouble
So he gave it the gas and watched the speedometer Needle say a hundred and ten And then he looked back around and he smiled 'Cause he knew he'd done outrun the police again
Well he thought he was the king of the highway And that's when he ran out of luck, yeah Just for a thrill, he passed on a hill And blapt, right into a truck
{spoken} Whoa it was terrible, when the police found them Next mornin' they was both hangin' up in the trees That motocycle was tore all to pieces But you know Speed Ball & Sugar Beet They weren't hurt much, No they wasn't Say he just broke his arm in seven places And all it did to her was smear her lipstick... All over the highway. But you know it wasn't serious And when they got out of the hospital They learned their lession And from now on they're gonna play it safe They gonna take that Greyhound And leave the drivin' to that smiley cat on t.v. And everything is gonna be cool, Yeah
Whoa, And that's the story of Speed Ball The wild motorcyclist, don't ride his motor no more No Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist Done found a better way to go
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Well Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist, Rode his motorcycle very fast With a twist of the wrist he'd give it the gas There wasn't nothin' on the road he couldn't pass
He had a big black leather jacket With an eagle on the back & zippers up the sleeves And when he rode down the road His long black greasy duck tails just blowed in the breeze
Every night he'd rev up his motor And drag down the main street of town He had plenty of nerve, he'd swerve on a curve He loved to run those pedestrians down (Aaaaaa! )
{spoken} Look out here comes that happy fool on that Harley. Say how do you know he's happy? Say by the bugs on his teeth. Watch out here he comes. (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Well Speed had a girl name of Sugar Beet Sayin' my she was a lovely child When she'd sit back of Speed on the buddy seat You know it would drive old Speed Ball wild
{spoken} And she'd say, 'Come on baby, Say let's get some kicks' 'So let's make it, So let's take off, So let's scratch man' 'Say come on cool daddy, Let's hear them tires screech On that concrete, Yeah Yeah Yeah' Oh when she talked that trash to ol' Speed like that, Say it'd just tear him up and he'd just oh lose his mind And he'd say, 'Hang on Baby' And he'd twist that handlebar (Brrrwow) Take off and burn that road for half a mile (Brrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Well one night he was rollin' down the highway Sugar Beet was hangin' on ridin' double When he heard that police siren scream And he knew he was in for some trouble
So he gave it the gas and watched the speedometer Needle say a hundred and ten And then he looked back around and he smiled 'Cause he knew he'd done outrun the police again
Well he thought he was the king of the highway And that's when he ran out of luck, yeah Just for a thrill, he passed on a hill And blapt, right into a truck
{spoken} Whoa it was terrible, when the police found them Next mornin' they was both hangin' up in the trees That motocycle was tore all to pieces But you know Speed Ball & Sugar Beet They weren't hurt much, No they wasn't Say he just broke his arm in seven places And all it did to her was smear her lipstick... All over the highway. But you know it wasn't serious And when they got out of the hospital They learned their lession And from now on they're gonna play it safe They gonna take that Greyhound And leave the drivin' to that smiley cat on t.v. And everything is gonna be cool, Yeah
Whoa, And that's the story of Speed Ball The wild motorcyclist, don't ride his motor no more No Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist Done found a better way to go
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