I don't want a pickle

[Oeditpus Rex]

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 wanna die
Just wanna ride on my motorcy
cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go over and see Ray
So I went over and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray 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 wanna die
Just wanna ride on my motorcy
cle

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle, goin' down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour.

Playin' my guitar.

On one side of the mountain road there was a mountain. And on the other side there was nothin'. There was a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're goin' down a mountain road at 150 miles an hour, you gotta be very careful.

'Specially if you're playin' a guitar.

And especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar. Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater on the box side than on the neck side, because there's more guitar on the box side.

I wasn't payin' attention.

Luckily, I didn't go into the mountain.

I went over the cliff.

I was goin' 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said "Wow! Some trip."

I thought it... well I knew it was my last trip, but in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world.

I put a new ink cartridge in my pen.

Took out a piece of paper.

I sat back and... I thought awhile.

Then I started writin':


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."



Well, I knew it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it. I was comin' down awful fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die!

I landed on the top of a police car. And he died.

I drove away on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin' 175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin' pickles.

I said "Hi. What's happenin'?"

He looked at me in the eye and said "Nothin'."



You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm.

Like you just squashed a cop.


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

[MissHoneychurch]

1. Maybe a wafer-thin mint???

[pokerfan]

2. And you can get anything you want...

(well, you know the words...)

[Lady Freedom]

3. MOTORCYCLES RULE!

[SeattleGirl]

4. Gotta love Arlo!

[In_The_Wind]

5. just gotta love my motorsickle

cause it seems to luv me

[yellowdogintexas]

6. I saw Arlo perform that in a live show back in Nashville, umpteen years ago

around 1980 I think, or 1981. GREAT SHOW

[Rambis]

7. Arlo doin it live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g266Uwp6ZnI