[Jack my brake]? at the traffic stop. interstate lookin' like a parkin' lot. fatboy flying on a fatboy bike. weavin' in and out and passin' me by. I honked my horn and shot the bird at that crazy SOB.
Go on and call me up. Tell me you made a grave mistake. You know I never once turned you away. . Bad as I hate to say. I know how good it's gonna be. If just for a night, I lay you down by me.
I stopped in Thibodeaux, Roadhouse in Louisiana. I wasn't stayin' long, I was a wanted man. The air was thick with danger, I watched the vixens dance.