Moby Grape - Motorcycle Irene lyrics

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