Hey, who the hell do they think they are? Ah, they're just a bunch of girls
We are the Hellcats nobody likes Maneaters on motorbikes We own this road so you better get lost When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust Bug off or you'll find that you've blown your mind
Get off the road! Get off the road!
We know man's made out of clay He shootin' clay pigeons today Get off the road before we have crossed Or you might get your rear-end tossed Gonna be uptight, we're ridin'here tonight