Ride (after Am I Right?)

I brush my teeth, i dry my hair
I put on skimpy underwear
And i ride
To hell and back
Yeah i ride
Carving up the nation
Or the nearest service station
I ride

My leathers rip my tits
... (drowned out by loud laughter) ...
And i ride
To hell and back
And i ride

... means a lot to me
And i ride

... (track degenerates wildly!) ...

What's the problem?
What? it's only tits.
Jen!
Don't follow me
Jen!
Don't be afraid of my bosom