There she sits a-smokin, reefer in her mouth Her hair hangin' northward, as she travels south Dirty on her Harley, but her nails are clean Super powered, de-flowered over eighteen Irene (Piano refrain) [it kicks] I've seen her in the bare where her tatoo's and her chains Wrap around her body where written are the names Of prisons she's been in and lovers she has seen Curve winding, bump and grinding motorcycle irene Ground around like hamburger layin in a splat in pieces crumpled flat Oh, the feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat Stark-raven, un-shaven Motorcycle Irene TheHunchback, the cripple, horseman and the fool Prayer books and candles and Carpets, cloaks and jewels Knowin all the answers, but breakin all the rules Stark naked unsacred motor cyle irene