Brand New Harley Songtext
von Peter Mayer

You might think I m a banker, and on weekdays, it s true
But underneath this poly-cotton blend is a skeleton tattoo
Which I got when I was drinking
And I m showing off this weekend
On my brand new Harley-Davidson

I may work in an office and look respectable and clean
But you should see me dressed in leather on my American machine
You would swear that I m blue-collar
On my 15-thousand dollar
Deluxe, brand new Harley-Davidson


Come Friday evening
I don t shower, I don t shave
And I put my little earring in
And it s time to misbehave
Yes I will clean your teeth on Monday
Or put braces in your mouth
But don t flash em at me Sunday, boy
Or I just might knock them out

My psychologist, he told me that it s important that I ride
So I recreate my warrior who is pent up nine to five
And it s therapy for hours
On my fifteen-thousand dollar
Deluxe, brand new Harley-Davidson

I kick off my loafers
Put on my big black boots
And I swear and curse while I rehearse for
My nasty attitude
Yes I will do your taxes Tuesday
So you get some money back
But call me CPA on Saturday
And I ll have to kick your ass


No I m not in a costume, I ll bet a junk bond I m real
I am an archetypal man astride a stallion made of steel
I m a rebel, I m a gangster
I m a whiskey-drinking prankster
On my brand new Harley-Davidson