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