Anita Jane Paul - Hardly a Harley Lyrics

Ain't got no tatts
Got no leathers
I gotta bike
I can ride
In any weather
My bike is no Harley
Well I'm riding
I'm riding
Riding down
Riding down City Road
I'm pumped
I'm geared
People say I'm weird
I'm just not easily steered
My bike is no Harley
My bike
My bike is no Harley
I'm loaded
I'm wanted baby
Some even say I'm haunted
I'm sliding
I'm gliding
Flying
Flying down Flinders Lane
I was feeling the pain
At Young and Jackson's Bar
On my Malvern Star
Hey mate give me a Melbourne beer
Coz I'm here
My bike is no Harley
My bike
My bike is no Harley
So quiet
I wanna go home
So quiet
Breathing alone
Ohh
I'm coasting
I'm roasting
I'm going down
Going downhill
So fast feel the power
Ending up in the Yarra
On Batman Ave I feel so alive!
My bike
My bike is nobody's business but mine
Better than a holiday in Bali
My bike is no Harley
Spinning down Spencer
Burning down Bourke
Swanning down Swanston
Going berserk
My bike
My bike is no Harley