Get Off The Road
Herschell Gordon Lewis
We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Man-eaters on motorbikes
We own this road
So you better get lost
When you hear the roar
Of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you'll find
That you've blown your mind
Get off the road
Get off the road
Whoa
We know man's made out of clay
He shootin' clay pigeons today
Get off the road
Before we have crossed
Or you might get
Your rear-end tossed
Gonna be uptight
We're ridin' here tonight
Get off the road
Get off the road
Whoa, whoa, whoa
We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Lunachicks on motorbikes
We own this road
So you better get lost
When you hear the roar
Of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you'll find
That you've blown your mind
Man-eaters!
Man-eaters!
Man-eaters!