| Now if you think Ray blew it
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| There was nothing to it
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| They patched him up as good as new
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| You can see him every day ---
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| Riding down the queen’s highway
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| Handing out his small cigars to the kids from school
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| And all the little girls with their bleached blond curls
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| Clump up on their platform soles
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| And they say «Hey Ray --- let’s ride away
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| Downtown where we can roll some alley bowls.»
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| And Ray grins from ear to here, and whispers…
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| So follow me. |
| Trail along
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| My leather jacket’s buttoned up
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| And my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends;
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| And you can tell all your friends:
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| The Pied Piper pulled you
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| The mad biker fooled you
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| I’ll do what you want to:
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| If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes
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| So follow me, hold on tight
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| My school girl fancy’s flowing in free flight
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| I’ve a tenner in my skin tight jeans
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| You can touch it if your hands are clean
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| The Pied Piper pulled you
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| The mad biker folled you
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| I’ll do what you want to:
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| If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes |