It was late one night when he rode into town On a hopped up sickle that could shit em all down He'd rev up his wheels every time he'd tach it He sure looked tough in his black leather jacket Everybody knew that He had a mean streak His bike was fast and he knew he could drive He laid flat out at 105 He picked up chicks, yeah they really dug him It made the guys mad and they tried to bug him Everybody said that He had a mean streak They called him a greaser and they really put him down Then they told him that he'd better leave town He gassed up his sickle and he rode away now He took my girl when he left that day now Everybody warned me He had a mean streak