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words and music by |
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Arlo Guthrie |
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CHORUS: I don't want a pickle |
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Just want to ride on my motorsickle |
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And I don't want a tickle ' |
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Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle |
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And I don't want to die |
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I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle |
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It was late last night the other day |
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I thought |
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I'd go up and see |
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Ray So l went up and |
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I saw Ray |
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There was only one thing |
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Ray could say, was: |
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CHORUS Just last week |
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I was on my bike |
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I run into a friend named |
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Mike Run into my friend named |
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Mike Mike no longer has a bike. |
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He cries: |
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