A Song with No Name………about Cycling.
Another homage by Le Bullet sung to the tune of “A Horse with No Name” by America.
On the first part of the journey
I was lookin’ at all the hills
There were utes, and smells and trucks and cars,
There were G O T F R’s.
The first one I met was a man named DT
And he told me would set me free
Follow me son past the BOF we will run
And the riding will be easy.
You see I ride to the office on a cheap steely frame
Pedalling all of the way
By Scaramanga you can’t remember your name
If Drastic’s in the mood for dishing out pain
la la la la lalala la la la la la.
After 2 days on the One True Path
I started to get short of breath
After three days on the North Shore Run
I was dreaming bout the Hills of Death
And the story is told of the riders who rolled
Every morning, it does in my head.
I’ve ridden up the back door bucketing rain
Giggling all of the way
On the Back Door you won’t remember your name
Because Chippo’s in the mood for dishing out pain
la la la la lalala la la la la la.
After nine days I let the bike roll free
’cause my legs had turned to Jelly
I started to splutter
So we called it a Flutter
And rode another 70k’s.
My mind was free by the B & T
Only memories remained
So BT writes it every day
And it never ever sounds the same.
You see I’ve ridden through the beaches every couple of days
And now I think know the way
On the Flutter you don’t remember your name
Because Clutters’ in the mood for dishing out pain
la la la la lalala la la la la la.