Gatlin Elaine, ridin' her Harley
Past White Bridge at Harding on a December night
Stops at the Green House and orders her first round
One of the tourists is givin' her eyes
But she's willin' to listen to the bullshit he's spinnin'
That is 'til he says, "So, do you really ride?"
But she puts on a smile, pretends to be bashful
Tells him she's just got the bike from her dad
And she's really still learnin', she's not really sure if she's riding it right
"Oh, I'm probably bad"
So, he tries to look sober, and says that he'll show her
She happily obliges and he pays the tab
And he walks like a calf to the slaughter
As he leaves with the Primrose Chopper
They won't find him 'til Tuesday, but it's still the weekend
Gatlin Elaine doesn't usually go out to those places on Broadway
But she could use a drink, especially in a place she'll be lost in the crowd
But some joker still finds her
And tells her he likes her wearing his fake leather boots from downtown
And she tries to deter him, but man, he's persistent
Says, "C'mon now, baby, let me buy you a drink"
She indulges his interest, if not for the booze, at least
"Because some people aren't what you think"
But it's clear in a minute, he's not any different
"That's a whole lot of bike, can you ride that thing?"
And he walks like a calf to the slaughter
As he leaves with the Primrose Chopper
Okay, but now there's a problem, someone complained
"Too many bachelors been missing their planes back to their hometowns"
"And their girlfriends are scared"
Gatlin Elaine claims that she wasn't there
But a young new detective is hot on the case
Shows up at her house and he calls her by name
He says, "I'm sure they deserved it, it's probably fair"
"But Gatlin Elaine, we got laws around here"
As she makes the coffee, and offers him a cup
She actually likes him, it's nice, just this once
He says, "Where are the bodies?"
She doesn't play dumb, she says
"If I show you, can this all be done?"
And he's sure in this moment that he's got her
In the house of the Primrose Chopper
So, they leave out the back door, she walks to her bike
And that's when he says, "Wait, do you really ride?"
And although she was ready to turn herself in
Now she has different intentions for him
She says, "I actually do, I have for a while"
"Why don't you get on the back? We can go out in style"
And he walks like a calf to the slaughter
As he leaves with the Primrose Chopper
Gatlin Elaine, ridin' her Harley
One of the tourists is givin' her eyes
