Get Off the Road

We are the hellcats nobody likes. Maneaters on motorbikes.
We own the road so you better get lost,
when you hear the roar of our cutout exhaust.
Bug off or you'll find that you've blown your mind
Get off the road. Get off the road.

We know a man's made out of clay.
He's shooting pigeons today.
Get off the road before we have crossed,
or you might get your rear end tossed.

Gonna be uptight we're riding tonight
Get off the road. Get off the road....
Maneaters, maneaters, maneaters, maneaters......