Big Machine

Well I see her there at the end of the day at the pumps filling up with gas
She got a '56 Bird in candy pink and a swing like she sting her ass
The sun is hot against my skin
I'm working on my big machine
I can't stand the way she sulk priss
But I know I won't resist her kss
So come on baby let's ride
Forty cubic inches and leather hide
So get on honey, get a high
Get on my hog and get the vibe
So she like coyly slips her Raybans off
Slides on over the street, says in a voice real soft
Say, boy what you thinking of?
You can take me for a ride but that ain't quite enough
Sure she likes men who fight
Tattos, boys, and motorbikes
Can't stand the way she sulks and priss
But I know I won't resist her kiss
So come on baby let's ride
Forty cubic inches and leather hide
So get on honey, get a high
Get on my hog and get the vibe
Come on baby oh let's ride
Cubic inches, leather hide
Get on honey get a high
Ride my hog and get the vibe
So come on baby let's ride
Forty cubic inches and leather hide
So get on honey, get a high
Get on my hog and get the vibe