750-Four

[Verse 1]
I met her at the cycle graveyard
A little used, but what a find
Plenty of parts to customise
My asian bride of Frankenstein

[Verse 2]
My baby cooks, yeah. She’s burning rice
Drop bars, rear sets, new pipes and jets
She want's some more, lay a waste
While all the other cycles sweat

[Chorus]
When I say...
Fuck you pig, I'm whiling out
I know what it's all about
Fuck you pig, I've got your doors
In my 750-Four, my 750-Four, my 750-Four
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Here comes the man with his sirens on
He tried to stop me at the light
I crossed my fingers, through the red
And left the man in blue behind

[Chorus]
And I said...
Fuck you pig, I'm whiling out
I know what it's all about
Fuck you pig, I've got your doors
In my 750-Four, my 750-Four, my 750-Four
Yeah!