Some think bikers are mean,
Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans.
You do not like our patches or the clothes that we wear,
You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair.
You do not like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes,
You think we are not loyal to the Stars and Stripes.
You do not like our patches that are worn on our vests,
You think we are so different from all the rest.
But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike,
You drive a car and I ride a bike.
You have no tattoos painted on your arm,
However, we fought side by side in Viet Nam.
Therefore, the next time your children are running around,
Enjoy their freedom, and the fun that they have found.
Remember us bikers and all that we do,
We feed our lost veterans; we are red white and blue!
We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile,
By riding our bikes for miles and miles.
You see, us bikers have never forgot,
Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots.
We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's,
We will always wear black from our heads to our toes.
Society once said that long hair was for fags,
However, you will never see a biker burning a flag.
Now the tattoos and leather you do not understand,
Stands for free independence that we bikers demand.
Our long hair, patches, and bikes with loud pipes,
Is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and the Stripes.
So before, you make up your mind on just what I might be,
Take a look in the mirror and what do you see?
The man that you see that is staring right back,
Is not too much different from that biker in black!
Ride Safe-Ride Free!
From my friend,~Harley Animal~ too me.