Nan Vernon - Motorcycle Lyrics
Bartholomew sits in the back of a pick-up truckHe's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brotherAnd to his brother there is no oneTogether they will hitchike to CanadaWhere they will meet their good friend JoeWho waits patiently by the side of the roadLazy on SundayCrazy on ThuesdayYou're my Coca-Cola, babyAnd I'm your misfit pearlMotorcycle, motorcycleRubber me down that broken yellow lineMotorcycle, motorcycleRubber me down that broken yellow lineI can hear you but I can't see youYou've come so closeTo becoming someone elseYou're a fascinationA dislocation from the mireLazy on SundayCrazy on ThuesdayYou're my Coca-Cola, babyAnd I'm your misfit pearlMotorcycle, motorcycleRubber me down that broken yellow lineMotorcycle, motorcycleRubber me down that broken yellow lineThis bitter grape has such a sweet aftertasteA surprise present fron the Cuban kidThank you mister kidThank youSatchels of prayersShall scrape this pilgrimageSkyscrapers clingTo their paradise in the skyYou and I shall combine the informationAnd satelite toward a virgin star