Biker Ballad - НАИВ

Down a tunnel, in a tube

On the road, knocked down and bruised

Some man laid with blood in hair

And beside him was a bear.

But this bear was a man

Red-neck biker from some clan

I was really scared and pissed

But the creature only hissed:

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!

I said: Sir, what have you done?

Take a look at what’s going on

Why kill a man for touching your bike?

After all, it’s just a hype

Hype it is!

— Was the reply —

Kiss your ass and say goodbuy!

He pulled out his killer gun

I got blue and turned round to run

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!

But I did not run away

I was smarter in a way

Took the road to the country side

Down to red-flagged farming sites

«Rent a tractor» — the sign read

Want them all!

— That's what I said

Paid my bill and went to a pub

Where drunkards had their fun

Hey, you boys, you wanna ride?

Gotta a fag, who pushed you pride!

Got 'em wheels?

Sure I do!

And the biker paid his due…

Don’t touch it!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t touch it!

Don’t you touch my bike!

It’s the only thing I like!