Harley Guy

I like to think I'mminded
or, I used to be I guess
but every night I'm kept awake
and every morning I'm a mess
every morning, two a.m.
not a day goes by
that I'm not rocketed from sleep
by this Harley guy.

I can hear him coming
from a mile or two (or three)
guess the cops must really fear
his physiognomy
If we had a car like that,
they'd ticket you or I
but he's okay, 'cause
he's a Harley guy

Their boots are made of leather
their caps and their jackets, too
they always wear their uniforms
when they're riding fro' and to
they all look alike, like
suits without the ties
and they say in unison
"we are Harley Guys!"

They sit around all day
taking meetings on the phone
when these "rebels" eat their lunch
they call their families at home
they slink home in their minivans
John Denver and Air Supply
but every weekend, they're all Harley Guys

I don't really own a hog,
I guess I'm just a wanna be.
but I don't make the kind of dough
that allows me to ride free
If I add it up and find
i'm a couple of thousand shy
I can't join your club
and be Harley Guy

You're just a noisy lonely guy
who need someone to be
so you sold your soul to the marketing staff
at the Harley Company
if that keeps you awake at night
then ha ha, now we're tied
get a life you noisy Harley guy