South of Philadelphia along U.S. 1 South, two
motorcycles cruise the highway.  Joe's driving the
ninja bike & Matt's driving an electra glide bike. 
Both had guitar cases strapped to their backs, both
wore leather jackets & helmets.  Joe started doing a
wheelie & then speeding fast.  Matt had to drive fast
to catch up to his brother.
     The boys spotted a biker bar full of motorcycles.
 So they decided to rest a while, parked their bikes &
enter the bar.  They undid their straps & carried
their guitar cases by hand.
     At the bar, they saw gang members drinking &
playing cards.  The jukebox played "Tequila" as a
nerdy guy in a suit & tie was dancing to the song on
top of a table.
     They approached the bar & the bartender.
     "What'll it be dudes?"
     Joe ordered a root beer & Matt ordered an orange
soda.  As they drank their drinks, a gang member
approaches them & says,
     "Don't you drink wine or tequila or rum?"
     "We don't wanna be booze bums." said Matt.
     "If I were you, you better not mess with us."
said Joe flexing his muscles as Matt did too.
     Then Joe & Matt head to the stage where a bassist
& drummer wait.  They unzipped their cases & got out
their electric guitars.  Matt had his red
hollowed-bodied & Joe had his Washborn brown sunburst.
     "Those guitars belong in country & western or
jazz!" yelled a heckler.
     "We can kick rock on these guitars!" said Joe.
     The boys then attached their guitar cords to
amplifiers.  Joe & Matt started tapping their right
foot & said,
     "1-2-3-4!"
     Joe & Matt played rhythm together then the
bassist & drummer joins in.  Then Joe & Matt sing;
     We have some Kawasakis & we drive so cool,
     Always wear our helmets,were not no fool.
     We speed along the freeway going 65,
     Never do drink, but we love to drive.
     (CHORUS)
     Yeah yeah, think what you like.
     Were two guys who drive a bike.
     Yeah yeah, tell all the others,
     Don't you mess with, The Motorcycle Brothers.
     MATT:  People think were rebels & a big disgrace.
            We like to psych each other in a
motorcycle
            race.
     JOE:  I like to show off in a wheelie I pop,
           Don't want to get arrested by a biker cop.
     (Joe & Matt sing Chorus)
     Then Matt breaks in on his guitar solo playing
awesome.  Then Joe plays his guitar solo super fast. 
Then they sing the chorus again & put a guitar finish
to the song.  The gang members liked their song!
     When they left the bar, they saw two biker chicks
hanging around their motorcycles (Lou & Phoebe Dee).
     "How about a lift?" they asked.
     Lou rode behind Joe & Phoebe rode behind Matt as
they drove back to Philadelphia.