Now if you think Ray blew it,
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there was nothing to it.
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They patched him up as good as new.
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You can see him every day ---
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riding down the queen's highway,
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handing out his small cigars to the kids from school.
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And all the little girls with their bleached blond curls
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clump up on their platform soles.
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And they say ``Hey Ray --- let's ride away
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downtown where we can roll some alley bowls.''
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And Ray grins from ear to here, and whispers...
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So follow me. Trail along.
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my leather jacket's buttoned up.
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And my four-stroke song
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will pick you up when your last class ends;
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and you can tell all your friends:
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The Pied Piper pulled you,
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The mad biker fooled you,
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I'll do what you want to:
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If you ride with me on a Friday
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anything goes.
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So follow me, hold on tight.
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My school girl fancy's flowing in free flight.
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I've a tenner in my skin tight jeans.
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You can touch it if your hands are clean.
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The Pied Piper pulled you,
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the mad biker folled you,
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I'll do what you want to:
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If you ride with me on a Friday
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anything goes.
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Pied Piper
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| Jethro Tull |
