Motorcycle Man

Lyrics

In a little road café Worked a girl named Frilly Faye The Motorcycle Man he came in Clicking his heels A man and his wheels He knew how it feels He said "Baby take a look outside Big machine, take you for a ride." Faye said, "it's not how it looks This is a summer job I come high off the hog I'll make some man a good cook." The Man he never heard such tales He mumbled, and stumbled, and chewed up his nails All alone in a run-down restaurant When business was slow But he didn't know Faye was aching to go They sat and stared, side by side He ate out his heart And she choked on her pride In the door came Rosy Jones With nothing to lose Wings on her shoes And a body made to use The Man, he made his pitch And out they went Without a hitch With a friendly wink to Faye They roared away And in that small café No one heard Faye say "Sing your song Motorcycle Man I'll be along as soon as I can." The moral of this nursery rhyme? You come off yours And I'll come off of mine Don't end like Frilly Faye Full of such tales Biting her nails And tossing her life away "Sing your song Motorcycle Man I'll be along as soon as I can."