Rocky R
11-30-2007, 06:10 PM
Twas the night before Chrstmas, and under the tree
Was a brand new set of leathers-with pucks on the knee.
New Grips and new levers hung from my stockings with care
And a seat cover to replace the one with a tear.
My friends will be jealous of my Vance and Hines pipe,
My shiny Icon helmet that fits me just right.
In the comfort of home reading my copy of FLAT OUT
Will others do the same, we'll eventually find out...
You fire your ol' Busa and rev to the moon,
Cause you know dear ol Santa will be coming soon.
You leave him some cookies, some beer and some cake
Some salsa, and Doritos, that the big guy can take.
The valves start to floating, so you kill it right then
You return to the living room sporting a grin.
You eat Santa's cookies, Doritos and beer
You put on the helmet and the rest of your gear.
You wait on the roof, by the chimney-me thinks
So when Santa shows up YOU CAN RACE HIM FOR PINKS!
Happy Holidays
from
Rocky Robinson
Was a brand new set of leathers-with pucks on the knee.
New Grips and new levers hung from my stockings with care
And a seat cover to replace the one with a tear.
My friends will be jealous of my Vance and Hines pipe,
My shiny Icon helmet that fits me just right.
In the comfort of home reading my copy of FLAT OUT
Will others do the same, we'll eventually find out...
You fire your ol' Busa and rev to the moon,
Cause you know dear ol Santa will be coming soon.
You leave him some cookies, some beer and some cake
Some salsa, and Doritos, that the big guy can take.
The valves start to floating, so you kill it right then
You return to the living room sporting a grin.
You eat Santa's cookies, Doritos and beer
You put on the helmet and the rest of your gear.
You wait on the roof, by the chimney-me thinks
So when Santa shows up YOU CAN RACE HIM FOR PINKS!
Happy Holidays
from
Rocky Robinson