Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speed Ball, artist - Ray Stevens.
Date of issue: 17.08.2021
Song language: English
Speed Ball |
Well, Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist |
Rode his motorcycle very fast |
With a twist of the wrist, he’d give it the gas |
There wasn’t nothin' on the road he couldn’t pass |
He had a big black leather jacket |
With an eagle on the back and zippers up the sleeves |
And when he rode down the road |
His long black greasy duck tails just blowed in the breeze |
Every night he’d rev up his motor |
And drag down the main street of town |
He had plenty of nerve, he’d swerve on a curve |
He loved to run those pedestrians down (Ah!) |
Look out, here comes that happy fool on that Harley |
Say, how do you know he’s happy? |
Say, by the bugs on his teeth |
Watch out here he comes |
Well, Speed had a girl name of Sugar Beet |
Sayin' my she was a lovely child |
When she’d sit back of Speed on the buddy seat |
You know it would drive old Speed Ball wild |
And she’d say, «Come on, baby, say, let’s get some kicks» |
So let’s make it, so let’s take off, so let’s scratch, man |
Say, come on, cool daddy, let’s hear them tires screech |
On that concrete, yeah, yeah, yeah" |
Oh, when she talked that trash to ol' Speed like that |
Say it’d just tear him up and he’d just, oh, lose his mind |
And he’d say, «Hang on, baby» |
And he’d twist that handlebar |
Take off and burn that road for half a mile |
Well, one night, he was rollin' down the highway |
Sugar Beet was hangin' on, ridin' double |
When he heard that police siren scream |
And he knew he was in for some trouble |
So he gave it the gas and watched the speedometer |
Needle say a hundred and ten |
And then he looked back around and he smiled |
'Cause he knew he’d done outrun the police again |
Well, he thought he was the king of the highway |
And that’s when he ran out of luck, yeah |
Just for a thrill, he passed on a hill |
And blapt, right into a truck |
Whoa, it was terrible, when the police found them |
Next mornin', they was both hangin' up in the trees |
That motorcycle was tore all to pieces |
But you know Speed Ball and Sugar Beet |
They weren’t hurt much, no, they wasn’t |
Say, he just broke his arm in seven places |
And all it did to her was smear her lipstick |
All over the highway, but you know it wasn’t serious |
And when they got out of the hospital |
They learned their lesson |
And from now on, they’re gonna play it safe |
They gonna take that Greyhound |
And leave the drivin' to that smiley cat on TV |
And everything is gonna be cool, yeah |
Whoa, and that’s the story of Speed Ball |
The wild motorcyclist, don’t ride his motor no more |
No, Speed Ball, the wild motorcyclist |
Done found a better way to go |