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    CHORUS:
    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want to die
    Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

    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:

    CHORUS

    This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
    Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
    my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
    mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
    a cliff in the air.

    Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
    an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
    a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
    Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
    on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
    more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

    Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
    I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
    at the same time.

    I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
    trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
    trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
    to write one last farewell song to the world.

    Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
    I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
    I don't want a pickle
    Just want to ride on my motorsickle
    And I don't want a tickle
    'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

    And I don't want to die
    Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

    I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
    have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

    But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
    landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
    on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
    175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

    I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
    the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
    itself off.

    I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
    pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
    eye and said "Nothin'".

    You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
    squashed a cop...

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