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Ein uralter Song von mir (so ca. 20 Jahre) den ich meinem alten Musikerfreund Stips gewidmet habe. Er hat sich damals, als daran noch niemand soinnst dachte aus alten Fahrradrahmen ein Liegerad gebaut. Ein absolutes Höllengerät mit einer riesigen Telegabel, daher habe ich das Teil in meinem Song 'Chopper Bike' genannt. Er fuhr damit etliche Jahre fast jeden Tag zur Uni. Stips, Thanks for all, this one's for you.
By the way: das war der allererste Song überhaupt, den ich aufgenommen habe...
Alle Instrumente und Drumprogrammierung: Axel Kerber
©1984 Axel Kerber
By the way: das war der allererste Song überhaupt, den ich aufgenommen habe...
Alle Instrumente und Drumprogrammierung: Axel Kerber
©1984 Axel Kerber
Built recently that chopper bike
Chopper ridin 's what I like
Twiklin' like a metal star
No engine there, but pedals are
Just relax, sit back and go
And get off for the chopper show
like an angel do I feel
When I ride that cold blue steel
Ref:
All the people look around
to watch me and my chopper bike
Ooh, baby, to tell the truth
To strike them is just what I like
Love everybody gaze at me
When I'm out to ride my chopper,
When I'm out to ride my chopper bike
The cops they see, but can't believe
I am their omnipresent grieve
When I'm ridin' down the tracks
Just watch them getting heart attacks
Ref.
I don't need no engine's scream
I don't need hot wheelin' dreams
All I need 's that chopper bike
That wheelin' feelin 's what I like
The cops they see, but can't believe
I am their omnipresent grieve
Like an angel do I feel
When I ride that cold blue steel
Ref.
Chopper ridin 's what I like
Twiklin' like a metal star
No engine there, but pedals are
Just relax, sit back and go
And get off for the chopper show
like an angel do I feel
When I ride that cold blue steel
Ref:
All the people look around
to watch me and my chopper bike
Ooh, baby, to tell the truth
To strike them is just what I like
Love everybody gaze at me
When I'm out to ride my chopper,
When I'm out to ride my chopper bike
The cops they see, but can't believe
I am their omnipresent grieve
When I'm ridin' down the tracks
Just watch them getting heart attacks
Ref.
I don't need no engine's scream
I don't need hot wheelin' dreams
All I need 's that chopper bike
That wheelin' feelin 's what I like
The cops they see, but can't believe
I am their omnipresent grieve
Like an angel do I feel
When I ride that cold blue steel
Ref.
