...............to the tune of Jingle Bells.
Dashing through the snow
on my trusty BSA.
Down the road I go
sliding all the way.
I need new pistons
I need a new crank.
My bike is held together
with bits of chicken wire.
Chorus:
Ooooh, oil and smoke, the speedo's broke
the gas cap just blew away.
I light a match to check for gas
and then I start to pray, eh...
The frame is bend, the mufflers went
but the gearbox is ok.
Oh what fun it is to ride a trusty BSA
I went to the grog shop
to get some Christmas cheer.
My front tire is going flat
it's getting hard to steer.
Skidding down the street
right past the city cops
I had to drag my feet
to get the bike to stop.
Chorus:
Bouncing through the snowdrifts
in a cloud of blue smoke.
People laugh as I ride by
I wonder what's the joke.
I go to Walmart
to pick up a layaway
'cause Santa Claus is coming soon
in his big old trusty sleigh.
Chorus:
Dashing through the snow
on my trusty BSA.
Down the road I go
sliding all the way.
I need new pistons
I need a new crank.
My bike is held together
with bits of chicken wire.
Chorus:
Ooooh, oil and smoke, the speedo's broke
the gas cap just blew away.
I light a match to check for gas
and then I start to pray, eh...
The frame is bend, the mufflers went
but the gearbox is ok.
Oh what fun it is to ride a trusty BSA
I went to the grog shop
to get some Christmas cheer.
My front tire is going flat
it's getting hard to steer.
Skidding down the street
right past the city cops
I had to drag my feet
to get the bike to stop.
Chorus:
Bouncing through the snowdrifts
in a cloud of blue smoke.
People laugh as I ride by
I wonder what's the joke.
I go to Walmart
to pick up a layaway
'cause Santa Claus is coming soon
in his big old trusty sleigh.
Chorus:
Good one.
