Little Honda Susie

Little Honda Suzy. Little dime store floozy. Where have you gone? Why didn't you choose me, Little Honda Suzy? Where have you gone? Did something go wrong, To make you choose that bike over me? I waited so long, For the love that she promised, But she Gave to her bike Instead of me. Ah. One, two, three. Little Honda Suzy tearing up the road. The concrete is a-straining with that heavy load. Honda 750 has her on his back. Drinking any cousin to buy the six-pack. Now go, Go little Suzy, Don't go. Don't you hear you hear her rumblin', her motor Movin' moving down down the the street? Here she comes a-ridin', better move your feet. The leather smoke, smell the burnin' skin. She used to make that jacket that she's ridin' In. Oh, go, My little Suzy, go. And if you never come back or never come Back or never never come back home, I'll be so happy. One day little Suzy finally met her match. A Harley 1200 she just could not catch. She tried to beat that hog with all of Her might. She ran and ran and ran and Then blew up in the night. Oh, go, My little Suzy, go. And if you never come back or never come Back or never never come back home, I'll be so- Little Honda Suzy, Why didn't you choose me? Where have you gone?