Playin' at a biker, playin' at a biker,
Playin' at a biker, playin' at a biker wedding

It was a quiet little wedding
For the bride and groom, moms and pops
Close friends and relations
And a few undercover cops

The best man stood beside the groom
Proud to be right there
The second best man, sad to say
Was still in intensive care

When they asked the best man for the ring
There was a great to-do
From his pocket he took out the ring
And the finger, too

Hell's bells, it's going to be tough sledding
Hell's bells, playin' at a biker wedding

Dinner started right on time
And everyone was glad
The guests were all dressed to kill
And some of them had

They read out goodwill messages
To the brand new man and wife
Things like: "hope y'all are doin' fine
I'm doin' ten years to life."

And when the party started
It was a total smash
There was food and booze and entertainment
All paid for in cash

Hell's bells, it's going to be tough sledding
Hell's bells, we're playing at a biker wedding

Then a great big tattooed biker
Came up to me and smiled
"I have a request," she said
"Play Born to be wild."

We'd already played it ten times
And I almost went on strike
And then I saw the shotgun and I said
"What key would you like?"

It was like, you know, it was a shotgun wedding.
Everybody had a shotgun. Even the minister.
But fortunately, finally it was all over, and the couple left

They drove off in a limo
After the last toast was drunk
And the sound of tin cans clanging
Covered up the screams coming from the trunk

Hell's bells, Hell's bells
Playin' at a biker, playin' at a biker,
playin' at a biker, playin' at a biker wedding