I went out on the bike to day, before the
sun got washed away
Tyres, petrol, all okay, so good to be
back out
The traffic light, the road was dry, most
pulled left, as I rode by
Still no clouds amused the sky, so I let Jimmy
shout
Flames Trees is a favourite song, I love
to play as I ride along
But do I spoil the song when I sing along,
my voice is not that good
But I don’t care ‘cause as I ride, my
helmet keeps my noise inside
So I yell and scream, I have no pride, I
live it as I should
When Jimmy’s done, Paul Kelly’s next, I
know his words, my vocals flexed
If you could hear, you’d be perplexed, his
music is so fine
Down the highway to the Avon Dam, I hang a
left, to catch the gang
My voices is hoarse, oh yeah, I sang, I
sang like it was mine
I caught them up, and had a feed, I
brought some stuff I didn’t need
Marty likes his steak to bleed, and everyone
was there
We talked, we ate, we celebrate, ‘cause Pete
and Dot, they both look great
Then later on, we dissipate; I rode off without
a care
I did the same trip, in reverse, I saw a
copper, I began to curse
To book me now would be perverse, I’m
only a wee bit over
I wind her back, I have a look, he’s
creeping up, he’s overtook
The big black Ute; no I am mistook, I’m in
a field of clover
I’m home again, so safe and sound, the
bikes away, a beer is found
A fantastic day, pound for pound, and now
the footy’s on tv
Manly Penrith, should be a thriller, if
the refs are not the killer
I pour a bourbon, I add some filler, how
happy could I be
That was my most magic Sunday, but back to
work, tomorrow’s Monday
Once a week we all need a fun day, to keep
us on the plane
What challenges will the next week bring,
will I get a call, will I be asked to sing
I could not imagine such a thing, I’ll
just try to remain sane
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