JUST FOR KICKS
(Mike Sarne)
MIKE SARNE (PARLOPHONE R 4974, 1963)
If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
When my bird decides to turn up
I'm off to have a burn up
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
When I pass a little scooter
I blast him with my hooter
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
We meet the other ton-up boys at Fred's Cave every night
We just drop in to see the birds and sometimes have a b***
We spend a couple of hours just tunin' our machines
With our black leather jackets and our oily greasy jeans
If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
(Mike Sarne)
MIKE SARNE (PARLOPHONE R 4974, 1963)
If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
When my bird decides to turn up
I'm off to have a burn up
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
When I pass a little scooter
I blast him with my hooter
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
We meet the other ton-up boys at Fred's Cave every night
We just drop in to see the birds and sometimes have a b***
We spend a couple of hours just tunin' our machines
With our black leather jackets and our oily greasy jeans
If there's one thing that I like
It's a burn up on my bike
A burn up with a bird up on my bike
Now the M1 ain't much fun
Till you try and do a ton
A burn up on my bike, that's what I like
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks
Just for kicks, I ride all through the night
My bird hangs on in fright
When I do the ton for kicks