[Verse 1 â Shurikân]
Straight from the pyramid a new analysis
Of the one that we appreciate based on stupidity
I recalls 4 years ago
Everyone was passionate about road cars
Texans and Levi's were required
Rays Bans on the nose and big bombers
br/>Beard 3-day beard à la George Michael
The helmet on the arm so as not to hide the beautiful face
Everything was fine the girls liked it
Yes but here's a beautiful day Mickey arrived
Is it a passion or a luxury?
Is it a must or does your bike offend you?
Talk to me, go ahead, don't be afraid, tell me
br/>It's the best for flirting I already knew that
You wanted it now you're crying for your money
Because that filthy Mickey Rourke has one
The bandana is a great option
The squealing of tires also you lose
In my opinion you go beyond the limits
You look good apart from your two horns
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I can't see anyone in a Harley Davidson anymore
The ugly ones play too much of a man in a Harley Davidson
[Verse 2 â Akhenaten]
Members of the fà sex ©minin love the drunkenness
The roar of the engine the speed
They do everything to get behind you clinging to your back
Do they love you or your motorcycle?
Slumming with scum full of chains
Studying during the week, biker at the weekend
Even if your sense of humor in stupidity slips
They don't care, they have ten potatoes between the thighs
When they leave you disappointed you realize
That the leather seat affected them more than you
That's why you changed opinions
Because otherwise you were good at masturbation
So you wear leather vests and scarves
2 in 1 Davidson and Marlboro man
You play tough and real rebels
You tell yourself that you are going to look the best
Your fantasy of course is Daytona beach
So you enjoy the high way of the cornice
White T-shirt, black glasses, hair blowing in the wind
No helmet and a P.V. in your teeth
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[Verse 3 â Shurikân ]
It's true, it's hip to drink Adelscott
To play the wild horde with your friends
60s shoes and clothes
Tell me, do you also wear the briefs they had at the time
So we feel strong with leather on lemon
With square boots we think we're Marlon< br/>We rebel against society
We hold fashion shows on rue St Fé
There is no such thing as a thug style to say that is rubbish
You shouldn't piss off Bebert when he repairs his petrol tank
You look mean, it attracts the girls
But you still live at mom, little girl
You're not easy, rather a pale rider in person
Harg!!! You're ugly as Davidson
[Verse 4 â Akhenaton]
Seeing you show off on the road
We wonder if the helmet is used to protect the elbow
Sunglasses in the middle of the night, you surprise me
That you no longer see anyone on a Harley Davidson
Have a good time! No, I'm not jealous
But I've had enough of the ugly ones who at a standstill make a buzz
Who, by being connected, fuel the boom
The caustic ethologist on their morals take a zoom
Mad Max the adventure trip you taste it
But you are a moute a little sparrow of the road
So we rear up during Lieutaud course at the bar we are carbo
br/>We're doing the unshaven pimp with a scratcher in the back
Stop, stop muchacho you got me drunk
Biker for the year, intermittent Harley rider
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