Motorcycle And Sidecar Blues G MAJOR 123BPM Modern Country Rock

Come watch me ride Sitting astride, the Beezer rocket 3.

Times are changing re-arranging, no trips to the sea.

Remember the days of candy stick rock.

B sides playing on the Juke Box

Satin jackets gold midi frocks,

To hell with the angels, to Brighton with the mods 

Kick starts were dangerous wait for the roar.

Ape hangers, T. bars, twin cylinder Bore

Eddy Cochran singing  summer time blues

Watching you dance in high heeled shoes.

I Just love  nostalgia and  motorcycle sidecar blues

I Just love  nostalgia and  motorcycle sidecar blues

My hearts gone cold, the Beezers been sold 

Maybe I am getting to old

Radio two is playing brand new key 

Johnny Walker till 5 for me

Why is the TV getting on my nerves

I wanna watch your pop bottle curves

I wanna run my fingers thru your hair

Lets take a ride down to the fair

Loons Flares stack Heeled Shoes

Motor Cycle and Sidecar blues.

Cant Imagine not being with you

I love nostalgia and Motorcycle side car blues 

Pushed to the limit I made a choice

Leather suits or a gold Rolls Royce.

Saturday flicks and penny chews

Hoppalong Cassidy, blue suede shoes.

Teddy boy got a bootlace

Motorcycle gotta sidecar race

Tiger cubs and metallica toys

The open road and ton up boys 

Down  that Whiskey and smoke that grass,

Battery powers now a pain in the ass,

 

Sidecar nightmare satan's cell.

Motor cycle gone to hell 

Time is tight now nothing to lose

I love nostalgia and side car blues 

No amount of money can erode the abuse

Motor cycle and sidecar blues.

Butter Side Down

Putting clocks back an hour or two
Liv in the dark, swallow, don’t chew.
Bite the bullet, with soup of the day,
While sat on the stage, singing my way.

Life comes alive when you let yourself feel

These simple truths, they’re more than just real

Play underground in a cold Stone town
But don't drop your toast, butter side down.
When the world feels heavy, your dreams feel out of reach,
Just find the truth in the lessons we teach.


Pour me some water, cast me adrift,
Write me a card, or send me a gift.
My life isn't living it's scary at heart,
Lets leave together or stay well apart

Grill the city, toast the town,
Count to three when butter side down.
Butter side down, oh, it’s a bitter pill,
Kills the reason we know your not real

Take the diversion, wear yellow not blue,
Dream of a ticket while you’re back in the queue.


Butter side down, just dropped to the floor,
Butter side down, may even the score
Getting my kicks in a fool's hall of fame
String-driven thing enjoying this game


Cherry red guitars on a cosmic slide,
Rod Price played blues until he died.
In June or July, take a ride to the fair
The waltzer, or dodgems "See if I care"

Grill the city, toast the town,
Count to three when butter side down.
Butter side down, oh, it’s a bitter pill,
Kills the reason we know your not real

Life’s like a wheel, just spinning around 
Your only as good as the last gig you found


Play underground in a cold Stone town
But don't drop your toast, butter side down.
When the night feels long and the days are so few,
Remember life was better, when you lived it true.


So here’s to the moments, both dark and bright,
We'll find a way through, "we’ll win this fight"
With the butter side down, we’ll rise again
Enjoy the calm after storms and rain

Grill the city, toast the town,
Count to three when butter side down.
Butter side down, oh, it’s a bitter pill,
Kills the reason we know your not real