Comedu

I’m a new style hell's angel I hate motor bykes I tear up the town on my new Souped up electric tryke Burning up the pavements Finding litter bins Ands when no ones looking Putting rubbish in. I don’t wear dirty leather It’s so hard on my skin And I aways smear the best Aftershave on my chin And I don't go with women That just aint my way For to tell the truth This angel's very gay. I guess I’m just a rebel Way ahead of the rest But for a retiring chap I think my way’s the best I’ll never lead the pack Never wear the full kit But I can do their mending And show them how to knit.