Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Originals

Lyrics:

Well let's saddle up that old motorbike,
And we can take it all through the night,
While we tear it off like rain.
I never thought it'd be so sweet,
And I thought about you all in my dreams,
And I hoped someday that we'd never part.

Come on baby stick with me,
All we want is to be free.
'Cause it's one, two, three,
And you're alright with me.

I woke up last night,
'Round three AM to dogs barking in the moonlight,
They sounded rough, the sounded pretty mean,
I thought it was a dream, I thought it was obscene.

All we want is to be free,
Come on baby stick with me.
'Cause it's one, two, three,
And you're alright with me.

'Cause it's two, four, three,
And you're alright with me.

If you dropped me off in Idaho,
With a sheriffs badge, a kaleidoscope,
I'd be seeing some far out shit.
Like a hillbilly heckling Hector, 
While he juggles his three string violin.

All we want is to be free,
Come on baby stick with me.
'Cause it's one, two, three,
And you're alright with me.

'Cause it's mushroom tea,
And you're alright with me.

Well I woke up in San Diego,
To Jesus knocking on the window of the Winnebago. 
He told me to get on up,
It's time to leave this town, now.

All we want is to be free,
Come on baby stick with me,
Cause it's one, two, three,
And you're alright with me.

'Cause it's wubbbbbubbbbbu,
And you're alright with me.

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