The Ride

Mouse! Mouse!
Big Mamma Rat Here
Down on her knees
Come out from under da' couch please!
Don’t be rollin' 'round down
there with ma' Limburger cheese!

Pheeeeeeeeeeew,
That takes care of that,
Now that Big Mamma Rat's around,
This little mouse won't be so scared,
When that pistol whipping Faye,
Decides to go on her rampage!

Jump on my Harley, Mousie, dear!
If things get too rowdy
We’ll ride outta here!

If'n it's a chopper,
That’d be even hotter,
Mouse just love a Harley,
And riding in the wind,
Too bad the memory is long gone,
Like something that never happened...

A chopper for sure!
Don’t you hear it revving`
out by your door
Da' Big Mamma Rat
shore know where it’s at!

I can hear the sound,
And it sends the chills,
Right up my spine,
When I close my eyes,
I see the chrome and black,
As it rolls on by...

Freedom is in the wind
Joy is in the ride
the road leads me like
the flowing tide...

Oooops, I got carried away….

Don’t worry about getting carried away,
A Harley ride is like a dream,
Like the waves crashing to the shore,
The thunder from the engine,
Can be heard as we speed on down the road!

The yellow line leads on
and for now, my cares are gone
it will lead back again
and all my cares will begin

For now we enjoy the ride,
As the world passes by,
Nothing can replace,
The smiles on our faces,
Till the ride is done,
and back to the real world,
We continue with our daily chores.

Back in the real world
if you listen real close.
You can hear the sweet music
of the road when it’s needed most

When I am tired of the world’s greed
and I want peace to fulfill my need,
remember that ride on an iron steed!

Danielle Calhoun and Faye Sizemore
AKA Da Mouse and Big Mamma Rat
© April 12, 2003