i'm a forties model baby
i got class and i got style
i got chrome and i got rubber
come ride on me a while

ain't no fancy wire harness
as runs this slick machine
i'm chopper wired baby
kick me over make me scream

throw yer leg across me baby
where do ya feel my thunder
i'm low and lean and mean
i'm a bobtailed lightning wonder

i been stretched and i been lowered
i been dropped and i been rode
it's been forty years of highway baby
but i ain't feelin old