The Primrose Chopper

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