There she sits a-smokin', reefer in her mouth
Her hair hanging northward as she travels south
Dirty, on her Harley (But her nails are clean)
Super-powered, de-flowered over-eighteen Irene
I've seen her in the bare where her tattoos 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 'n' grindin', Motorcycle Irene
Ground around like hamburger, layin' an a splat
'tis Irene, her sheen I seen in pieces crumpled flat
Oh, the feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat
Stark-raven, un-shaven, Motorcycle Irene
The Hunchback, the Cripple, Horseman and the Fool
Prayer books and candles and carpet, cloaks and j**els
Knowing all the answers but breakin' all the rules
The stark-naked, un-sacred Motorcycle Irene