well if you think ray blew it, there was nothing to it
they patched him up as good as new
now you can see him every day - riding down the queen's highway
handing out his small cigars to the kids from school
and all the little girls with their bleached blonde curls
clump up on their platform soles
and they say, " hey, ray - let's ride away
downtown where we can roll some alley bowls "
and ray grins from ear to ear and whispers ...
so follow me. trail along, my leather jacket's buttoned up
and my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends
and you can tell all your friends
the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you
i'll do what you want to
if you ride with me on a friday anything goes
so follow me, hold on tight
my school girl fancy's flowing in free flight
i've a tenner in my skin tight jeans
you can touch it if your hands are clean
the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you
