He's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brother
And to his brother there is no one
Together they will hitchike to Canada
Where they will meet their good friend Joe
Who waits patiently by the side of the road
Lazy on Sunday
Crazy on Thuesday
You're my Coca-Cola, baby
And I'm your misfit pearl
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Rubber me down that broken yellow line
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Rubber me down that broken yellow line
I can hear you but I can't see you
You've come so close
To becoming someone else
You're a fascination
A dislocation from the mire
Lazy on Sunday
Crazy on Thuesday
You're my Coca-Cola, baby
And I'm your misfit pearl
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Rubber me down that broken yellow line
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Rubber me down that broken yellow line
This bitter grape has such a sweet aftertaste
A surprise present fron the Cuban kid
Thank you mister kid
Thank you
Satchels of prayers
Shall scrape this pilgrimage
Skyscrapers cling
To their paradise in the sky
You and I shall combine the information
And satelite toward a virgin star
Bartholomew sits in the back of a pick-up truck He's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brother And to his brother there is no one Together they will hitchike to Canada Where they will meet their good friend Joe Who waits patiently by the side of the road Lazy on Sunday Crazy on Thuesday You're my Coca-Cola, baby And I'm your misfit pearl Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line I can hear you but I can't see you You've come so close To becoming someone else You're a fascination A dislocation from the mire Lazy on Sunday Crazy on Thuesday You're my Coca-Cola, baby And I'm your misfit pearl Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line Motorcycle, motorcycle Rubber me down that broken yellow line This bitter grape has such a sweet aftertaste A surprise present fron the Cuban kid Thank you mister kid Thank you Satchels of prayers Shall scrape this pilgrimage Skyscrapers cling To their paradise in the sky You and I shall combine the information And satelite toward a virgin star Explain Request ×
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