There's evil in the air and thunder in the sky. The lightning is black. Satan is not taking an easy ride; oh, no: it's a ride 'most foul!' Image: Satan, his wings agape, is wearing sunglasses and a grimace. He's looking right at you. And he's riding the most goddamn American motorcycle ever built: a Harley Davidson. The song is mostly spoken word with the chorus sung: Rev up, Satan rides a Harley Heads will turn The song does exactly what it says on the tin: it's a 1960s garage rock song about Satan riding a motorcycle. Rev up! Leavin' trails of smoke, fueling urban tales, In his wake, the scent of brimstone prevails Okay, that's not so bad. Maybe not quite suitable for The Muppet Show, but close. Leather wings spread wide, the night devours In his grip, the world, as midnight towers As midnight towers, the night is devouring the world? That's not good. Zoinks! Chrome reflections flash, a fiery streak With every mile, the strong...