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Can she suck? Can she start a Harley?
That’s the question everybody wants to know,
She walks into the biker bar And the whole damn room goes,
“Whoa!”
Leather jacket, boots and black leather pants,
Chrome shining on her bike the lights,
shine She grabs the handlebars with a grin,
Says, “Boys, I’m ridin’ on top tonight”
Can she suck start a Harley?
Yeah, she knows what she’s doin’!
Kick it over, hear that motor roar,
Now the whole damn parking lot is movin’!
Can she start
a Harley?
You bet your boots she can,
Fire up that V-twin thunder
And leave ’em eatin’ dust again!
She twists the throttle,
engine shakes, Neighbors know she’s on her way,
Everybody grabs their helmets
’Cause she ain’t here to play!
She don’t need nobody’s help,
She’s got gasoline in her veins,
When that Harley starts to rumble,
You can feel it through the windowpanes!
Can she suck start a Harley?
Yeah, she knows what she’s doin’!
Kick it over, hear that motor roar,
Now the whole damn parking lot is movin’!
Can she start
a Harley?
You bet your boots she can,
Fire up that V-twin thunder
And leave ’em eatin’ dust again!
Can she suck start a Harley?
Listen to that motor sing!
She’s gone before you blink an eye—
That girl don’t need no man to start a thing!