You might think I m a banker, and on weekdays, it s true But underneath this poly-cotton blend is a skeleton tattoo Which I got when I was drinking And I m showing off this weekend On my brand new Harley-Davidson I may work in an office and look respectable and clean But you should see me dressed in leather on my American machine You would swear that I m blue-collar On my 15-thousand dollar Deluxe, brand new Harley-Davidson Come Friday evening I don t shower, I don t shave And I put my little earring in And it s time to misbehave Yes I will clean your teeth on Monday Or put braces in your mouth But don t flash em at me Sunday, boy Or I just might knock them out My psychologist, he told me that it s important that I ride So I recreate my warrior who is pent up nine to five And it s therapy for hours On my fifteen-thousand dollar Deluxe, brand new Harley-Davidson I kick off my loafers Put on my big black boots And I swear and curse while I rehearse for My nasty attitude Yes I will do your taxes Tuesday So you get some money back But call me CPA on Saturday And I ll have to kick your ass No I m not in a costume, I ll bet a junk bond I m real I am an archetypal man astride a stallion made of steel I m a rebel, I m a gangster I m a whiskey-drinking prankster On my brand new Harley-Davidson