Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to fire lake
Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe. You remember
Uncle Joe, He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor aunt Sarah
Joes run off to fire lake
Joes run off to fire lake
Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run
Oh they smile so shy and they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh lord, am I really here at last
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