Long ago, an angel built a craza thing,
And he chose to call it motorcycle
God saw this, condemned it
A fight starts and walked our from heaven
He decieded he would live on earth -he thought-
"What good is that heaven if I cannot use my bike
Cause I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
Now I'm the boogie I'm th bogie biker!
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
I'm the rebel riding through this world called hell
...Another angel felt sick and bored,
She saw someone having fun down on earth!
She cane down, the angels finally met
Now they would have fun here forever
Riding through this hell just you and me!
That's the way it has to be, now I'm really complete
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
I'm the boogie I'm th bogie biker!
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
We're the rebels riding through this world called hell
Riding through this hell just you and me!
That's the way it has to be, now I'm really complete
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
I'm the boogie I'm th bogie biker!
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
We're the rebels riding through this world called hell
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
I'm the boogie I'm th bogie biker!
I'm the boogie, I'm the boogie biker!
We're the rebels riding through this world called
We're the rebels riding through this world called
We're the rebels riding through this world called hell!
