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