Goin' Out With Harley

I knew the moment I saw him I liked his style

His chrome was shiny, and he didn't have too many miles

But I knew he had been around some; he knew all the curves and where they came from

And the fit was nice when I'd straddle that cycle machine

Whoa, oh, I'm going out with Harley, Harley Davidson

We're ripping cross the country, having so much fun

My man and I are flying high; we're a little bit dirty but we get by

Harley's got an engine that ain't never going to die

Now Ma, don't worry; everything's going to be alright

I know what I'm doing; yeah, I'm living with all my might