Super Glyde
by Stephen Wayne
Bike week, Daytona 1983
Special arrangement for Beach Comber... Who logged 2.5
million miles on the highways, listening to my crazy crap... And
helping me to (occasionally) write some bad-ass songs.
Meet me on the highway... place called the road house...

If your goin' my way... babe we gotta blow it out...

Got the temptation... to ride across the nation...

Do you want'a party... straddle my Harley...

Tell me now babe... do you want'a ride...

Oh sweet babe... do you want'a ride...

Do you want'a ride... on my super glyde...

You can be my lady... I can be your hero...

Rock you like a baby... on my macherramio...

Got the sensation... feel the vibration...

Do you want'a party... straddle my Harley...

Tell me now babe... do you want'a ride...

Oh sweet babe... do you want'a ride...

Do you want'a ride... on my super glyde...

Put your hands together... wrap your arms around me...

Bite me on the leather... girl you're lookin' sultry...

Let me tell you sister... your givin' me a fevor...

Want'a feel your body... sitin' on my Hogie...

Tell me now babe... do you want'a ride...

Oh sweet babe... do you want'a ride...

Do you want'a ride... on my super glyde...
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