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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Polished leather
Mailbox mustache
Payment plan on that “iron horse”
Polaroid tough guy in the mirror
Posing hard in the church parking lot
Of course
Got a hundred patches
Not one scar
Weekend outlaw with a company car
Talking like a drifter
Drinking light beer
Keys on the belt loop
Never out of first gear
[Chorus]
All chrome
No miles
Big talk
Small files
Rev it up loud just to hide that truth inside
She wraps her arms
Leans back
Laughs lighter
Riding that chrome-plated
Two-wheeled vibrator
All chrome
All show
Tiny secret down below
Yeah
She’s there for the rumble
Not the rider
Her grin says the bike’s the only real provider (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Bandana brand new from the outlet
Band name shirt but you ain’t heard a track yet
Tattoo says “freedom” in a fancy font
You’re scared of dirt on that tank you flaunt
Parking lot parade at the local bar
Slow roll circle like a used car lot
You flex that wallet
Hide those blues
She’s grinning ‘cause she knows what really moves
[Chorus]
All chrome
No miles
Big talk
Small files
Rev it up loud just to hide that truth inside
She wraps her arms
Leans back
Laughs lighter
Riding that chrome-plated
Two-wheeled vibrator
All chrome
All show
Tiny secret down below
Yeah
She’s there for the rumble
Not the rider
Her grin says the bike’s the only real provider
[Bridge]
You call it thunder
She calls it fun
You think you’re the storm
Man
She knows you’re the stun
If that engine cut out
Tell me
Where you stand?
Just a dude in a vest with empty hands (hey!)
[Chorus]
All chrome
No miles
Big talk
Small files
Rev it up loud just to hide that truth inside
She wraps her arms
Leans back
Laughs lighter
Riding that chrome-plated
Two-wheeled vibrator
All chrome
All show
Tiny secret down below
Yeah
She’s there for the rumble
Not the rider
Her grin says the bike’s the only real provider
Details
GeneratedFeb 16, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Greasy Southern rock swagger with twin guitars trading licks, shuffling blues groove, and barroom piano fills. Male vocals, half-sung half-snarled, with gang shouts in the hook; chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a swinging backbeat, bridge drops to halftime with slide guitar moaning before a final, rowdy run-through., southern rock, blues
Credits
Prompt byRareSolo321
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about Harley Davidson Riders being a bunch of posers who all have small dicks. And why the women ride because the bike is a giant vibrator. Lynyrd Skynyrd style, southern rock. 2.5-3 min long
