F**k You

In the grocery store all the kids look at me like they thought I was Santa Clause And their mama don't like it so they turn their shopping carts around... Mama shoots me a dirty look but thinks she just agreed a rebel without a cause But it's the gear that mostly make them people put us down. But I like to ride big motorcycles, And I like to eat pussy too. I like to kick the shit out of punkers and faggots and if you don't like it Fuck You... I like to ride big motorcycles and I like to eat pussy too. And I like to kick the shit out of punkers and faggots and if you don't like it Fuck You... In the restaurant the Maître D' gets nervous cause I ain't got on a tie But who ever thought a hairy ass biker would drink French wine. I just finish off the steak and have a glass of brandy and a slice of apple pie Then I leave the biggest tip that the waiters seen all night. Still I like to ride big motorcycles, I like to eat pussy too. And I like to kick the shit out of punkers and faggots and if you don't like it Fuck You... It don't bother me none if the public thinks were the scourge of society I know a lot of little poor kid that don't see things your way. Cause on Christmas day they got a full belly and a teddy bear under the tree. They know Santa wears leather and he rides a two-wheel sleigh. Still I like to ride big motorcycles, and I love the little children's too. Your opinion of me don't amount to shit, if you don't like it fuck you. I like to ride big motorcycles, I like to eat pussy too. And I like to kick the shit out of punkers and faggots and if you don't like it Fuck You... And I like to ride big motorcycles, and I like to eat pussy too. And I'd empty my 44 in boy George and he don't like it Fuck him too.