I´ve been a Hell´s Angel for many´s the year
And I´ve spent all me money on black leather gear
Me bike is all rusty and I´m saddle sore
And I never will play the Hell´s Angel no more!

And it´s no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play a Hell´s Angel
No, never, no more

I went into a bikeshop I used to frequent
And I told the mechanic me camshaft was bent
I asked for a new one, he answered "No Way!"
"Yer bike is a Honda - we stock BSA!"

I took from me pocket me rusty Buck knife
And his eyes opened wide as he fled for his life
Saying "I was just joking, take whatever you like!"
I said "Ta very much, mate, I´ll have a new bike!"

This bike needed greasing before I could ride
So I took it and lay underneath it outside
But I´d only just started when in from of me eyes
I saw two great big jackboots with black shiny toes!

And now , as I lie here - both legs in a cast
That´s the first fight I´ve had and I swear its me last!
And when I get out of the intensive care ward
Sure I never will play the hell´s angel no more!