Get Off the Road
Herschell Lewis
Hey, who the hell do they think they are?
Ah, they're just a bunch of girls
We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Maneaters 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!
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!
Get off the road! Get off the road!
Maneaters! Maneaters!
Maneaters! Maneaters!
Maneaters! Maneaters!
Maneaters! Maneaters!
Maneaters!