I’ve been a Hell’s Angel for many’s the year
And I’ve spent all me money on black leather gear
Me bike is all rusty and I’m saddled sore
And I never will play the Hell’s Angel no more
I went into a bikeshop I used to frequent
And I told the mechanic me camshaft was bent
I asked for a new one, he answered “No way!”
I said “Ta very much, mate, I’ll have a new bike”
I took from me pocket me Hitler Youth knife
And his eyes opened wide and he fled for his life
Saying “I was just joking, take whatever you like!”
I said “Ta very much, mate, I’ll have a new bike!”
This bike needed greasing before I could ride
So I took it and lay underneath it outside
But I’d only just started when in from me eyes
I saw two great jackboots with black shiny toes!
And now, as I lie here – both legs in a cast
That’s the first fight I’ve had and I swear it’s me last!
And when I get out of the intensive care ward
Sure I never will play the hell’s angel no more!