Corb Lund writes some really imaginative lyrics...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CG-UHgfTrU4
dont want a pickle I just wanna ride on my morotcycle And I dont want a tickle I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I dont wanna die I just wanna ride on my motorcy...cle It was late last night, the other day Thought I'd go up and see Ray So I went up and I saw Ray There was only one thing Ray could say was I... I dont want a pickle I just wanna ride my motorcycle And I don't want a tickle I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I don't wanna die Just wanna ride on my motorcy...cle Late last week I was on my bike I run into a friend named Mike Run into a friend named Mike Mike no longer has a bike he cries... I don't want a pickle I just wanna ride on my motorcycle Yeah, and I don't want a tickle Cuz I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I don't wanna die Just wanna ride on my motorcy...cle
Lyrics for those that can't stand to listen to the best music on earth...
Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like" Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952"
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme And he pulled her on behind And down to Box Hill, they did ride
Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride"
"Come down, come down, Red Molly, " called Sergeant McRae "For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside"
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running out of road, he was running out of breath But he smiled to see her cry And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves's won't do Ahh, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"
Oh, he reached for her hand then he slipped her the keys He said, "I've got no further use for these I see angels on Ariels, in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride
In reply to Streetwiseguy:
When I saw the thread title, Corb Lund's mein deutsches motorrad was actually the first song that came to my mind.
Not about motorcycles, but about the best thing to have on in the helmet speakers.
http://youtu.be/HmRDM7GyJXE
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I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was
I, I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
Late last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike, he cries
I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Yeah, and I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
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