Body Mechanics

BODY MECHANICS

We're the Body Mechanics we got a place down by the Bay
We build a lot of Lady Bikes in a shop in West LA
We got Victories and Triumphs, Harleys and Viragos
We got Body Parts rollin’ in from our Warehouse in Chicago
There ain't a lot we haven't done  if it's good for havin’ fun
Another day under the Desert Sun, another night on the Run
You better not tell anyone, got a whole lot of shit we need to get done
Get these Machines fired up, load ‘em in the back of the pickup truck

You ever get up around 115, you might see the Desert turnin’ Emerald Green
There's a dry Riverbed right off Highway 15, where Nights get Wild, if you know what I mean
My Kawasaki runs 143, it can blast you off into Eternity
We got the Angels, got the Outlaws, we got the Dykes on Bikes
We got a one-way ticket into Paradise
Think about it for a minute and it might sound nice
But, Baby, you'll be payin’ one hell of a price
It's a whole lot romantic and a little bit Satanic
Come on down and party with the Body Mechanics

You can live in your dreams, you can die in your sleep
You can jump a ravine about 87 feet
You can fly your Machine over clean across the Street
We got a keg of good beer and a whole side of Beef
Take your Girl to the River and you'll get some Relief
You can Hillclimb a Mudslide and then fall down like a leaf
Everybody's getting’ muddy, getting naked in the Creek
Titles on the table and we're runnin’ in the Street

In a Country full of haters and hate
Love’s pumpin’ out all over the place
You don't even have to make a date
Come on, babe, it's gonna be great
Reporters coming from the 4th Estate
We're leadin’ off the Nightly News at 8
Will be fishin’ for our dinner at the Lake
I gotta tell ya Babe, I just can't wait

If you're lookin’ for a Lover, then you better come on over
Back behind the lines, you're an Alpha Prime mover
You think you are a Winner, but you been runnin’ with the Losers
Take another look because sometimes it gets confusin’
Take that Suzuki Cruiser, ride it straight into the Wind
Sittin’ right behind you, there's a brand new Friend
When you're layin’ on the throttle, then you better not panic
Or you'll never be a Rider with the Body Mechanics

It's the last blast jam of the whole Summertime
Come on, Little Darlin’, won't you please be mine?
I got in under the wire, but I'm gettin’ out in time
Now we're gonna head South across the Borderline
A few days in the Sun, a lot of Mexican fun
Then it will be time for us to make another Run
Work or play, it's time to get out of our way
Cuz the Body Mechanics are headin’ back up to LA

Hear the Thunder in your Ears, see the Flash up in your Eyes
Do you wonder why you're here, don't you crash or you will Die
Are you under a Magic Spell, are you comin’ back from Gell
If you're fallin’ down a Well we're gonna leave you where you fell
My new Girl's hair is a-flying in the Wind
We won't ever talk about the 7 Deadly Sins
Rack ‘em up and stack ‘em up and pack ‘em on out
We’re re the Body Mechanics and it's what we're all about
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