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Hey, who the hell do they think they are ? Ah, they're just a bunch of girls We are the Hellcats nobody likes Maneaters on motorbikes We own this road so you better get lost When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust Bug off or you'll find that you've blown your mind Get off the road ! Get off the road! We know man's made out of clay He shootin' clay pigeons today Get off the road before we have crossed Or you might get your rear-end tossed Gonna be uptight, we're ridin'here tonight Get off the road ! Get off the road ! Get off the road ! Get off the road ! Maneaters ! Aus Songtexte Mania