King Harley

Shovelheads, Panheads, drive-in restaurants, and rock and roll

Drag racin’ on Main St. Old folks said we were out of control

Our loud pipes screaming when we pulled out all of the stops

Then, you could still shut off the lights and run from the cops

Hanging around the old Harley shop hearing many a Biker tale

Looking back, it’s a wonder all of us didn’t end up in the jail

Bikers weren’t businessmen, lawyers, and movie stars back then

Social outcasts ridin’ to the local tavern together for a beer or ten

Nortons, B.S.A’s, and Triumphs were Harleys’ only competition

Honda Dreams, Something like a Gold Wing was not even a vision

Maybe I’m just stubborn “Old School”. Harleys will forever rule

I miss those days of oil leaks and kick starters that made us look cool

Somewhere through the years things seemed to change to some degree

But, I’m still ridin’ those Harleys and they still make my mind feel free

Harley, an American tradition, has always been a big part of my life

Number one priority for sure. If ya don’t believe me, ask my ex wife

Well, those good old days of greasy Bikers have now came and gone

I’ll not give up, even on a Harley with a radiator; I’ll still be ridin’ on

In the year seventy seven the king of rock and roll died and left this place

He may be gone but, the King of Motorcycles, no one will ever replace