Harley Guy

i like to think i’m open minded,or, i used to be, i guess
but every night i’m kept awake and every morning i’m a mess
every morning, 2 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, man, they’d ticket you or i
but he’s OK, ‘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 dress alike, it’s kind of like suits, without the ties
and they say in unison, “we’re all harley guys”

they sit around all day and take their meetings on the phone
and when they eat their lunch they call their families at home
then they slink home in their mini vans, they listen to air supply
but every weekend, they’re all harley guys

i don’t really own a hog, i guess i’m just a wannabe
but i don’t make the kind of dough that allows me to ride free
and if i add it up and find i’m still a couple of thousand shy
could i still join your little club and be a harley guy?

you’re just a noisy, lonely guy who needs someone to be\
so you sold your soul to the marketing staff at the harley company
if that keeps you awake at night, well then ha ha! now we’re tied!
get a life you noisy harley guy

© 2001 David Stoddard