There she sits a-smokin', reefer in her mouth Her hair hangin' northwards As she travels South Dirty on her alley but her nails are clean Super-powered deflower over 18 Irene ♪ Seen her in the bare, where her tattoos and her chains Wrap around her body, there written are the names Of prisons she's been in And lovers she has seen Curve-winding, bump and grinding motorcycle Irene ♪ Ground around like hamburger laying in a splat This Irene's machine I see, in pieces crumpled flat Her feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat Stark-ravin', all-unshaven motorcycle Irene ♪ The hunchback, the cripple Horseman and the fool Prayer books and candles and Carpet cloaks and jewels Knowing all the answers but breaking all the rules Stark-naked, unsacred motorcycle Irene