Black Leather Hurricane Songtext
von Justin Curtis

Riding down the street on a Harley bike
Dressed in black leather and spikes
A cigarette lit, devil in his
Girls all swoon as he walks by
Look out cats get out of the way
He′s a BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE


Looking for a rumble, looking for a fight
A pompadour, a knife, and a Saturday Night
Down in the alley you can hear him howl
A lone wolf out on the prowl
He's raving mad, that cat′s insane
He's a BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE

Now he's got no address the highway′s his home
He′s a poet, a prophet, and a singer of songs
Free as the wind and cold as ice
That's the way he′ll live his life
Hep cats jump when they hear his name
He's a BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE


He′s a BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE
A BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE
BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE
BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE
BLACK LEATHER HURRICANE
(Scream)