-Sing to the tune of "Wild Rover"
I've been a Hell's angel for manys the year
and spent all me money on black leather gear
Now me bike it is rusty me arse it is sore
and I never will play the hell's angel no more
And it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will I play the hell's angel
no never no more
I went to a garage I used to frequent
and told the mechanic my crankshaft was bent
I asked him to fix it he answered me nay
saying that there's a Moulton we stock B.S.A.
And it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will I play the hell's angel
no never no more
Out from me pocket me Hitler Youth Knife
His eyes opened wide in the fear of his life
He said "I was joking please take what you like"
I said "Ta very much mate, I'll have a new bike"
And it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will I play the hell's angel
no never no more
The bike needed greasing, I got down underneath
his mates came along, they kicked me in the teeth
I lay on the floor, Lord I thought I was dead,
there were six pairs of boots all lined up round my head.
And it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will I play the hell's angel
no never no more
And when I awoke with my head in a cast
I swore that was my first fight I'll make it my last
and when I am off this intensive care floor
I never will play the Hell's angel no more
And it's no nay never
no nay never no more
will I play the hell's angel
no never no more
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