There's a Little Bit of Evel in All of Us
Among the rough-housing miners of Montana
In the trailer-park that he calls home
There's a little boy shoplifting gonna grow up to be
The last gladiator of New Rome
It's a certain kinda man can be robbin' a bank
And think, 'Man, I'm gonna go straight
By jumping my 300cc Honda
Over two mountain lions and a box of rattlesnakes'
It's a big, on'ry world and ain't nobody gonna help
So what's a poor boy to do?
Call up Caesar's Palace from a rented motel room
And tell them that you're gonna jump the roof
So it's Caesar's Palace 1967
It's the fountain, December 31st
There's 30,000 people and a motorcycle ramp
And we're all fearing the worst
He was a man made of more steel
Than any motorbike he ever rode
There's a little bit of Evel in all of us
We just ain't got the guts to let it show
The Angels tried to kill him at the L.A Coliseum
And Snake River Canyon nearly did
He's a got a cane full of Wild Turkey that he walks with
Because you can't drive like that and not drink
It was cars, booze and women he must have spent 10 million
He even bought two planes
So when he looked out the window of the one that he was in
He could still see his name
He was a man made of more steel
Than any motorbike he ever rode
There's a little bit of Evel in all of us
We just ain't got the guts to let it show
They say it was his hometown that made him
That he had frontier blood in his veins
But the world is not a frontier town anymore
And the wild cannot run amongst the tame
Like when he caught up with Saltman in that parking lot
And got his buddy to hold him down
So he could break both his arms with a baseball bat
They call that justice in a frontier town
He was a man made of more steel
Than any motorbike he ever rode
He must have had a thousand girls
While Linda looked on from home
He told Robbie and Kelly
That's just a daredevil's life on the road
There's a little bit of Evel in all of us
And I'm doing my best not to let it show
So ride this life like an old motorbike
You'll be gone any one of these days
Blessed are the meek, they say, what they mean is
Damned are the brave
He was a man made of more steel
Than any motorbike he ever rode
There's a little bit of Evel in all of us
We just ain't got the guts to let it show