Song parody of
Ode to Motor
by Dwarf Nebula
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Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall and lean and he had long dreads
Lotta time on the road followin' the Dead
The cleanest sheets for sixty-five
Just wanted to keep the scene alive
Came to me cause he needed a stamp
Showed me the page, it was still damp
A flying eyeball is what this needs
Mouse & Kelly book, will you lend me please
I said "Certainly you may my friend"
But I never saw that book again
But he's made up for it since that day
With all the cool vibes he's sent my way
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jail
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jai
He didn't put up a fight
When they took away his rights
But what to do with acid-heads, the system's at a loss
He fell into the care of Richard Alpert (Baba Ram Das)
Went walking on the drag one day
I guess Motor's motor'd gone astray
Further bus came drivin' along
Just like it did in The Other song
Popped out a bald head's wavy shock
Said "Get on the bus! Hey now dread-lock!"
Now he didn't know where the bus might go
But he got in and went right with the flow
Now he's got kids and they are just fine
Takes them to movies, five at a time
Lives in a house that he built himself
Some say his lady is a green-briar elf.
Still gets around, but these days he flies
With frequent help from the friendly skies
Now he don't haul no schwag no more
But he'll oft' bring kindness to your door
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jail
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jai
He didn't put up a fight
When they took away his rights
But what to do with acid-heads, the system's at a loss
He fell into the care of Richard Alpert (Baba Ram Das)
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall and lean and he had long dreads
Lotta time on the road followin' the Dead
The cleanest sheets for sixty-five
Just wanted to keep the scene alive
Came to me cause he needed a stamp
Showed me the page, it was still damp
A flying eyeball is what this needs
Mouse & Kelly book, will you lend me please
I said "Certainly you may my friend"
But I never saw that book again
But he's made up for it since that day
With all the cool vibes he's sent my way
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jail
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jai
He didn't put up a fight
When they took away his rights
But what to do with acid-heads, the system's at a loss
He fell into the care of Richard Alpert (Baba Ram Das)
Went walking on the drag one day
I guess Motor's motor'd gone astray
Further bus came drivin' along
Just like it did in The Other song
Popped out a bald head's wavy shock
Said "Get on the bus! Hey now dread-lock!"
Now he didn't know where the bus might go
But he got in and went right with the flow
Now he's got kids and they are just fine
Takes them to movies, five at a time
Lives in a house that he built himself
Some say his lady is a green-briar elf.
Still gets around, but these days he flies
With frequent help from the friendly skies
Now he don't haul no schwag no more
But he'll oft' bring kindness to your door
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jail
But he fucked up when he sent paper through the mail
They picked him right up and they hauled his ass to jai
He didn't put up a fight
When they took away his rights
But what to do with acid-heads, the system's at a loss
He fell into the care of Richard Alpert (Baba Ram Das)
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Went by the name of Motor Mike
