Lyrics

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