Song parody of
Panhead Hydra Glide
by Nashville Phil
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I guess y' all seen The Wild One about a motorcycle gang
Brando's Johnny Too Bad - Lee Marvin gets to hang
Those biker guys they terrorise a little California Town
And drive the women crazy
They just can't shut 'em down
Now my best buddy since high school was a guy called Jump In Jim
A real fine lookin' feller
All the girls were wild about him
Harley made a motorbike called the Panhead Hydra Glide
Jimmy jumped in the saddle
Threw a leg on either side
He'd tell 'em
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to see on my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
Hang your booty on the pillion
Let me show ya how I ride
Now a Harley got a single saddle so you gets to squeeze up tight
And Jim 'd gun the engine for his lady friends' delight
That's eighty cubic inches of vee-twin Yankee steel
Giving all the good vibrations that a woman loves to feel
I was playin' guitar in a local bar so I guess I did alright
But Jim had different women most every weekend night
I told my best girl Betty
Stay away from Jump In Jim
That Harley Panhead Hydra Glide gonna be the death o' him
He'd tell 'em
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to seeon my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
Hang your booty on the pillion
Let me show ya how I ride
Now it coulda been tequila or Jimmy's leather jeans
Or a little moonlight reefer or a thousand other scenes
But Betty rode the Panhead
They flipped out on a bend
She bled to death in the desert with the guy I called my friend
He told her
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to see on my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
She hung her booty on the pillion
That's how my Betty died
I guess y' all seen The Wild One about a motorcycle gang
Brando's Johnny Too Bad - Lee Marvin gets to hang
Those biker guys they terrorise a little California Town
And drive the women crazy
They just can't shut 'em down
Now my best buddy since high school was a guy called Jump In Jim
A real fine lookin' feller
All the girls were wild about him
Harley made a motorbike called the Panhead Hydra Glide
Jimmy jumped in the saddle
Threw a leg on either side
He'd tell 'em
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to see on my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
Hang your booty on the pillion
Let me show ya how I ride
Now a Harley got a single saddle so you gets to squeeze up tight
And Jim 'd gun the engine for his lady friends' delight
That's eighty cubic inches of vee-twin Yankee steel
Giving all the good vibrations that a woman loves to feel
I was playin' guitar in a local bar so I guess I did alright
But Jim had different women most every weekend night
I told my best girl Betty
Stay away from Jump In Jim
That Harley Panhead Hydra Glide gonna be the death o' him
He'd tell 'em
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to seeon my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
Hang your booty on the pillion
Let me show ya how I ride
Now it coulda been tequila or Jimmy's leather jeans
Or a little moonlight reefer or a thousand other scenes
But Betty rode the Panhead
They flipped out on a bend
She bled to death in the desert with the guy I called my friend
He told her
Honey you and me 'd be a sight to see on my Panhead Hydra Glide
You oughta hear that baby singin' with the throttle open wide
I got a love shack a little down the track
We can be warm inside
She hung her booty on the pillion
That's how my Betty died
