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 wanna die
Just wanna ride on my motorcy
cle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go over and see Ray
So I went over and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
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 wanna die
Just wanna ride on my motorcy
cle
This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle, goin' 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 goin' down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour, you gotta be very careful.
'Specially if you're playin' a guitar.
And es
pecially if that guitar is an a
coustic 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' 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 my last trip, but in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world.
I 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."
Well, I knew it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it. I was comin' down awful 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.
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