Take her little fingers,   And put them to your face,   And don't forget she said   You're looking good.      And don't forget the next time   That you get into a race,   Beneath it all   You're only flesh and blood.      So fill her up and pick her up   And ride into the breeze,   You're taking all the corners   That were at the 35 degrees.      It's so hard to face up to   It's not in no highway code,   Another speedway hero's coming home.      She's young and dressed in leather   And you met her at a dance,   And you can't make out   That strange look in her eyes.      But don't waste your time in talking,   Or waiting for the day,   Because biker girls only want    To see you die.      So take them, wear their sorrow   Like a badge to all the world.   Have pity on this little teenage   Heartbroken girl.      It's so hard to face up to   It ain't in no highway code,   Another speedway hero's coming home.      Speedway...      Keep one eye on the speedo   And one hand on the bottle,   Keep one eye on the lady   And one hand on the throttle      It's so hard to face up to,   But it's harder in the dirt,   And even speedway heroes are getting hurt.   Even speedway heroes are getting hurt,   Even speedway heroes are getting hurt.