Frosty Nutz / the night before
by Victor Feilds/The Lonesome Weirdos -2005'
Twas the night before Nutz
and all through the shop,
no Castrol wuz dripping
Not even a drop.
The bikes were all waiting
sitting up on thier stands,
Waiting for morning
and the Wierdos' command.
"On Guzzi, On Beemer, On Concourse and Duc"
"Grunt past that Volvo!"
Blow off that truck!"
But the Wierdo lay nestled
all snug in his bed.
Itching his balls
and scratching his head.
"Now what could it be
I didn't put in my bag?
Flashlight and matches,
and my faceshield soft rag?
Then he remembered
before slumbers sweet bliss.
Touched her soft shoulder
and gave her a kiss.
This time tomorrow
he'll enjoy his next beer
sing with the peepers
low notes from his rear.
by Victor Feilds/The Lonesome Weirdos -2005'
Twas the night before Nutz
and all through the shop,
no Castrol wuz dripping
Not even a drop.
The bikes were all waiting
sitting up on thier stands,
Waiting for morning
and the Wierdos' command.
"On Guzzi, On Beemer, On Concourse and Duc"
"Grunt past that Volvo!"
Blow off that truck!"
But the Wierdo lay nestled
all snug in his bed.
Itching his balls
and scratching his head.
"Now what could it be
I didn't put in my bag?
Flashlight and matches,
and my faceshield soft rag?
Then he remembered
before slumbers sweet bliss.
Touched her soft shoulder
and gave her a kiss.
This time tomorrow
he'll enjoy his next beer
sing with the peepers
low notes from his rear.
