Queen Of The Road

Standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip

Eyes like the beacons on a rocketship

Just about the bottom of a bottle of gin

She baits her hook and she reels'em in

She's got a black leather jacket, with a patch on the back

No imitation cajun gonna get to that

Got a red bandana and a rose tattoo

She got a mind of her own, nobody tells her what to do

Diamonds, pearls hey hey hey

They're for all the other girls

Some women just don't need'em

You can keep'em

She goes putt putt, that's my queen

Putt putt, on her big machine

Putt putt, when the light turns green

Putt putt, she's so mean

Nothin' can stop my queen of the road

Now if you wanna roll the dice, you can try your luck

She can melt the ice of an ice cream truck

Can't holler uncle, when you've had enough

Her own brother won't fight her, cause the girl's so tough

Devil of an angel, she's a one of a kind

She's got a knucklehead harley and a one track mind

Roadhouse reputation everywhere she goes

As a big sled rider, she's a queen of the road

From Pamona to Daytona, hey hey

And every highway in-between

There's not a one of'em she ain't seen

Wooh you know what I mean

And.. (Chorus)

Now when the party's over and the lights come on

Don't have to try to find her cause the girl is gone

She slithered into second and away she goes

My motorheaded mama is the queen of the road

Chorus

Putt putt.. (Chorus)

Yeah