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[G]I don't want a pickle,
Just want to ride on my [C]motors[G]ickle.
[G]And I don't want a tickle,
'Cause I'd rather ride on my [C]motors[G]ickle.
And [C]I don't w[Am]ant to d[G]ie,
Just want to ride on my [C]motorc[G]y--cle.
It was l[G]ate last night the other day,
I thought I'd go up[C] and see R[G]ay.
So I went up and I say Ray--
There was only one thing R[C]ay 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 want to die,
Just want to ride on my motorcy--cle.
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