A song about my Royal Enfield motorcycle - a classic design from back in the day
Lyrics
Chorus:
She’s a Bullet. Passes through me
Every time that I feel her engine run.
Smooth and easy, last forever,
And she’s made like a gun.
Yes she’s made like a gun.
She’s a survivor from a time when life went by in black and white
Black and chrome and made by hands on metal
Drawn and designed with no computers in sight.
No computers in sight
Chorus
She rejoices in the byways of background stable England
Brick and stone reflect her sound. Air and dust are brushed aside
Hear her singing in my ears and feel her pulse excite my hands
Feel her pulse excite my hands
Chorus
Can she take away your worries? Can she get you feeling free?
See a child’s smile unbidden on your hidden grown-up face?
Come and ride the Bullet. Ride the Bullet home with me
Ride the Bullet home with me
Chorus x2
Yes she’s made like a gun.
