Из альбома: Wow
There she sits a-smokin, reefer in her mouth
Her hair hangin' northward, as she travels south
Dirty on her Harley, but her nails are clean
Super powered, de-flowered over eighteen Irene
(Piano refrain) [it kicks]
I've seen her in the bare where her tatoo's and her chains
Wrap around her body where written are the names
Of prisons she's been in and lovers she has seen
Curve winding, bump and grinding motorcycle irene
Ground around like hamburger layin in a splat in pieces crumpled flat
Oh, the feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat
Stark-raven, un-shaven Motorcycle Irene
TheHunchback, the cripple, horseman and the fool
Prayer books and candles and Carpets, cloaks and jewels
Knowin all the answers, but breakin all the rules
Stark naked unsacred motor cyle irene