speed ball

here he comes

there he go

well

speed ball

the wild motorcyclist

rode his motorcycle very fast

with a twist of the wrist

he'd give it the gas

there wasn't nothin' on the road he couldn't pass

he had a big black leather jacket

with an eagle on the back and zippers up the sleeves

and when he rode down the road

his long black greasy duck tails just blowed in the breeze

every night he'd rev up his motor

and drag down the main street of town

he had plenty of nerve

he'd swerve on a curve

he loved to run those pedestrians down

look out

here comes that happy fool on that harley

say

how do you know he's happy?

say

by the bugs on his teeth

watch out here he comes

well

speed had a girl name of sugar beet

sayin' my she was a lovely child

when she'd sit back of speed on the buddy seat

you know it would drive old speed ball wild

and she'd say

come on