Tear Ass Motorcycle

Now it's been a hundred years if you look Back Since Art Davidson and William S. Harley Built their first bike in a little wooden Shack It was early in the morning, 1903 First motor they puttin' out of Milwaukee The model was a racer and it sounded mighty Mellow Known around the track as the silent gray Fellow The winning motor was a rippin' V-2 And The men who rode 'em they called the Wrecking Crew She's a terrace motorcycle That can climb up a hill Or debark a tree She's a terran motorcycle That'll set you free Red Parkhurst breaks twenty-three Speed records In 1923 Carrying a pig on his victory spree Made the Hog Legend for posterity Billy Joe Montana rode the barrel Rode the barrel On the Wall of Death The crowds who came lost their breath When he Roared past on his mud-raked hill F-head, knucklehead, panhead, shovelhead An Evolution 3 sets you free She's a terrace Motorcycle You're riding high You're riding low It's been a hundred years of Harley And everybody knows Wherever the four winds Blow It's been a hundred years of Harley That set us free Work! Work! Whoo! Work! Whoo!