A song about riding a motorcycle.
Special thanks to Kim Riemer, Jim Wishart, Cash Retail and Stan Arthur for helping me make this happen!
I owe you guys!!!
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Dedicated to my brothers and sisters on the Road Star Rider's Fourm.
You guys are tops!
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fiogf49gjkf0d Ridin’ on my Roadie doin’ a hundred and four.
I’m going uphill, it couldn’t do any more.
I get to the other side and what do I see?
A cop with a radar gun pointing at me.
I try to slow down, but it’s too late
He pulls on the trigger and seals my fate.
Ride, Roadie, Ride.
Deep, throaty rumble really brings me alive.
Feel all the torque, hold on to your ass.
Nothing in the world has so much class.
V ninety eight or one hundred and two
Just punch her man, see what she’ll do.
Hang on tight and give it some gas
Nothing gives more pleasure, Man it’s a BLAST!
Chromed to the hilt, sure is a thrill
Just don’t show your wife the MasterCard bill.
Pulse pounding v-twin has me gasping for air
Rollin’ down the road with the wind in my hair
Lookin’ for some twisties to slalom her through
Hey! Look up ahead! That mountain will do!
Stock, custom, Silverado, ride what you like
There ain’t nothing better than to be on this bike!
Ride, Roadie, Ride.
Deep, throaty rumble really brings me alive.
Feel all the torque, hold on to your ass.
Nothing in the world has so much class.
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