I Don’t Want A Pickle

 

 

What a day! What a day, day, day! October-in-June winds outa the northeast, temp a cool, cool 70. Fans still as death, A/C a thing of the past (I barely remember yesterday), and windows wide to the world, even the one in the kitchen, the one I have to climb into the sink to open!

 

 

 

 

Wheeeeee . . . I don’t want a pickle, I just wanna ride on my motor-sikkle!

And tha’s jus’ what I’m gonna do, me and the wind communin’. Whistlin’ and singin’ into the wind, singin’ Arlo’s motorcycle song!!!

Wheeeeee . . . And I don’t want a tickle, I just wanna ride on my motor-sikkle!

That’s right, don’t bother me now; I’m on a roll, roll, roll, just a’rollin’ down the wind.

Wheeeee . . . And I don’t wanna die, I just wanna ride on my motor – cyyy – kul!

The Motorcycle Song by Arlo Guthrie.

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