They call me Dolly Danger, I ride for Daredevil Delivery. Can't tie me to no desk or any such kind of misery. They pay me to ride my bicycle, they pay me to live free. I hope they never fire me from Daredevil Delivery. Running reds, killing peds, bus exhaust all day.
Nothing beats two wheels downtown, living the messenger way.
I tried all kinds of jobs, but they put me all to sleep. I worked at Doggie Diner, but I couldn't take the heat. I walked dogs, drove a truck, took off my clothes, I let men call me honey, but nothing beats two wheels downtown, riding a bike for money. Keep the rubber side down. Like a baby heading out.