Moto Guzzi

Moto Guzzi

Riding on a Moto Guzzi
Is flying in the devil’s sky
Riding on a Moto Guzzi
Is higher than a Jap can fly

There is a voice deep inside
That told me make your own choice
To listen to that magic sound
Of the engine with her own noice
And if I doubt I doubt to decide
Of all of my former bikes how can not set me free
And then I saw the thunderlight
A miracle light shined on that MG

Lots of well listening motorbikes
Specially some Japanese
I tried but I didn’t get
The thrill between my shivering knees
Since I’ve got my California
To ride her is a rough sailing
I do not trust her, she likes to fuse
I hate her oh but I love her

Riding on a Moto Guzzi
Is flying in the devil’s sky
Riding on a Moto Guzzi
Is higher than a Jap can fly

19 december 1993 © Sjax de Bekker

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