ELVIS,
ThE REAL QUESTION IS, WHETHER OR NOT YOU GOT THE BOOTS TO MATCH THE SEAT.
Which brings to mind.......if you named your bike Molly.
Fee, fee, fi, fi, fo-fo, fum
Look at Elvis now, here he comes
Wearin' his helmet and memphis shades to match
He's got alligator boots and the alligator chaps
Wearin' dome top pistons and chrome-moly rings
He's got chrome on his fingers, now, and everything
He's the devil with the blue dresser, blue dresser, blue dresser,
Devil with the blue dresser on
Devil with the blue dresser, blue dresser, blue dresser,
Devil with the blue dresser on
Wearin' his perfume, Harley SYN 3
Got to be the finest biker 'ever could be
He walks with a limp, catches everybody's eye
He's got such good lovin' that they can't say goodbye
Not too skinny, he's not too fat
He's a real humdinger and they like it like that
He's the devil with the blue dresser, blue dresser, blue dresser,
Devil with the blue dresser on
Devil with the blue dresser, blue dresser, blue dresser,
Devil with the blue dresser on
Good golly, Miss Molly
You sure like to roll
Good golly, Miss Molly
You sure like to roll
While you're rockin' and rollin'
Gotta pay another toll
From the early, early mornin' 'til the early, early nights
See Miss Molly rockin' from the Cars with Blue Lights
Good golly, Miss Molly
You sure like to roll
While you're rockin' and rollin'
Gotta pay another toll