(on Motorcycles) Songtext
von Arlo Guthrie

I don′t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
′Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I′d go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was


I, I don′t want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
I′d rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle

Late last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike, he cries

I don′t want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Yeah, and I don't want a tickle
′Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle