PizzaQ! What's Wrong With This Picture? / The Motorcycle Song by Arlo Guthrie / I don't want a pickle

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What's Wrong With This Picture?

I'm making the Question sort of vague ... but I promise you: There is Something Wrong. Notoriously Wrong. Famously Wrong. Uncontroversially, Unambiguously Wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

When somebody wins the Pizza, I'll credit the photograph.

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The Motorcycle Song
by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
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

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

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This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle. Going 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 going down a mountain road at I50 miles an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin' a guitar. 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' at 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 ... I knew it was my last trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world, I decided to write one last farewell song to the world.

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

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

CHORUS

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