Don't Try A Track Stand On Three Margaritas
Don’t Try A Track Stand On Three Margaritas
I was riding my bike,
When along came along,
A beautiful bird,
That gave all the others, their song.
I didn’t want her to see,
The love my eyes would reveal.
After all, I am a macho-man,
And I like to keep it real.
So we rode and raced,
Into the morning rain.
We rode with the best,
And dropped the rest.
Finally it was just we two,
And what a team we made.
She appeared the perfect Goddess,
For which many men have prayed.
We rode hard into the rain,
As if riding for the Holy Grail.
As the rain flew up and in my face,
I thought, “My, what a pretty rooster-tail!”
We stopped by Margaritaville,
To ease our legs and mind.
It became a ride to Senoritaville,
As I met that Senorita of mine.
It was raining hard,
We were wet and very tired.
But after a Margarita,
I was getting a little wired.
I’m not sure if we ate at all,
It’s all such a blur,
And after another Margarita,
My words began to slur.
Was there salsa and chips,
My beautiful Senorita?
Or was there fire from burning lips,
And another Margarita?
We slipped away from Margaritaville
With very little swagger.
I was thinking of Senoritaville,
With quite an awful stagger.
We mounted our bikes,
And swerved on down the road.
But we came upon a traffic light,
Which caused me to write this ode.
I rotated my pedals to be,
At 3 and 9 o'clock.
And everything was fine,
Until I hit that rock.
I leaned to the left,
But then to the right,
I tried to stay erect,
With all my fuzzy might.
I was falling to the left,
But jerked toward my other side.
I teetered back enough,
And I was able to save my pride.
I was falling again, but then,
Just before I hit the ground.
I threw my opposite leg in the air,
But now I was turned around.
I found this trick profound!
So I tried this trick again,
And flipped myself around.
Now my Senorita was wearing quite a grin.
The ride was quite remarkable.
We were drowning all our pain,
With frozen Margaritas,
In a beautiful torrential rain.
We wobbled on our way.
The rain kept pouring hard,
We made it over the railroad tracks,
But I fell down in her yard.
She didn’t care a lick,
And we put our bikes up wet,
We had a bit more fun,
And then she lit a cigarette.
She said you’re cute,
But please, my Margaritaman,
Please don’t let this be,
Just another one night stand.
This was no one night stand,
She's my only Senorita.
And I’ll never try another track stand,
On three Margaritas.
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