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You might think I'm a banker, and on weekdays, it's trueBut underneath this poly-cotton blend is a skeleton tattooWhich I got when I was drinkingAnd I'm showing off this weekendOn my brand new Harley-DavidsonI may work in an office and look respectable and cleanBut you should see me dressed in leather on my American machineYou would swear that I'm blue-collarOn my 15-thousand dollarDeluxe, brand new Harley-DavidsonCome Friday eveningI don't shower, I don't shaveAnd I put my little earring inAnd it's time to misbehaveYes I will clean your teeth on MondayOr put braces in your mouthBut don't flash 'em at me Sunday, boyOr I just might knock them outMy psychologist, he told me that it's important that I rideSo I recreate my warrior who is pent up nine to fiveAnd it's therapy for hoursOn my fifteen-thousand dollarDeluxe, brand new Harley-DavidsonLetras de cancionesI kick off my loafersPut on my big black bootsAnd I swear and curse while I rehearse forMy nasty attitudeYes I will do your taxes TuesdaySo you get some money backBut call me CPA on SaturdayAnd I'll have to kick your assNo I'm not in a costume, I'll bet a junk bond I'm realI am an archetypal man astride a stallion made of steelI'm a rebel, I'm a gangsterI'm a whiskey-drinking pranksterOn my brand new Harley-Davidson From Letras Mania