Take her little fingers,
And put them to your face,
And don't forget she said
You're looking good.
And don't forget the next time
That you get into a race,
Beneath it all
You're only flesh and blood.
So fill her up and pick her up
And ride into the breeze,
You're taking all the corners
That were at the 35 degrees.
It's so hard to face up to
It's not in no highway code,
Another speedway hero's coming home.
She's young and dressed in leather
And you met her at a dance,
And you can't make out
That strange look in her eyes.
But don't waste your time in talking,
Or waiting for the day,
Because biker girls only want
To see you die.
So take them, wear their sorrow
Like a badge to all the world.
Have pity on this little teenage
Heartbroken girl.
It's so hard to face up to
It ain't in no highway code,
Another speedway hero's coming home.
Speedway
Keep one eye on the speedo
And one hand on the bottle,
Keep one eye on the lady
And one hand on the throttle
It's so hard to face up to,
But it's harder in the dirt,
And even speedway heroes are getting hurt.
Even speedway heroes are getting hurt,
Even speedway heroes are getting hurt.