Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
D
G
C
G
Here he comes - There he go
Verse 2
G
Well Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist,
Rode his motorcycle very fast
With a twist of the wrist he'd
give it the gas
There wasn't nothin'
on the road he couldn't pass
Verse 3
G
He had a big black leather jacket
With an eagle on the back
& zippers up the sleeves
And when he rode down the road
His long black greasy duck tails
just blowed in the breeze
Verse 4
night he'd rev up his motor
G
And drag down the main street of town
C
He had plenty of nerve,
he'd swerve on a curve
D
He loved to run those pedestrians
G
down (Aaaaaa!)
Verse 5
G
{Spoken}
Look out here comes that happy
fool on that Harley.
Say how do you know he's happy?
Say by the bugs on his teeth.
Watch out here he comes.
(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Verse 6
G
Well Speed had a girl name
of Sugar Beet
Sayin' my she was
a lovely child
When she'd sit back of Speed
on the buddy seat
You know it would drive
old Speed Ball wild
Verse 7
G
{Spoken} And she'd say, 'Come
on baby,
Say let's get some kicks'
'So let's make it, So let's take off,
So let's scratch man'
'Say come on cool daddy,
Let's hear them tires screech
On that concrete, Yeah Yeah Yeah'
Oh when she talked that trash
to ol' Speed like that,
Say it'd just tear him up and he'd just
oh lose his mind
And he'd say, 'Hang on Baby'
And he'd twist that
handlebar (Brrrwow)
Take off and burn that road for half
Ab
a mile (Brrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Verse 8
Ab
Well one night he was rollin'
down the highway
Sugar Beet was hangin'
on ridin' double
When he heard that police
siren scream
And he knew he was in for some trouble
Verse 9
Ab
So he gave it the gas and watched
the speedometer
Needle say a hundred and ten
And then he looked back
G
around and he smiled
'Cause he knew he'd done
Ab
outrun the police again
Db
Well he thought he was
Verse 10
the king of the highway
Ab
And that's when he ran out of luck, yeah
Db
Just for a thrill, he passed on a hill
Ab
G
And blapt, right into a truck
Ab
{Spoken} Whoa
Verse 11
Ab
it was terrible,
when the police found them
Next mornin' they was both
hangin' up in the trees
That motocycle was tore all to pieces
But you know Speed Ball & Sugar Beet
They weren't hurt much,
No they wasn't
Say he just broke his arm in seven places
And all it did to her was smear her lipstick...
G
Ab
All over the highway. But you
know it wasn't serious
And when they got out of the hospital
They learned their lession
And from now on they're gonna
play it safe
They gonna take that Greyhound
And leave the drivin' to that
smiley cat on t.v.
And everything is gonna be cool, Yeah
Verse 12
Ab
Whoa, And that's the story of Speed
Ball
The wild motorcyclist,
don't ride his motor no more
No Speed Ball,
the wild motorcyclist
Done found a better way to go
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