There's Only One God. Call

I Don't Want A Pickle, Just Want To Ride On My Motorsickle

I Don't Want A Pickle, I Just Want Ride On My Motorcikle. I Don't Want To Die, I Just Want A Ride On My Motorcy........cle.

The New York State Freeway's Closed, Man. Far Out!

I'd Rather Have Friends Who Care Than Friends Who Agree With Me.

Coming Into Los Angeles, Bringing In A Couple Of Keys. Don't Touch My Bags, If You Please Mr. Customs Man.