You got it.
. . . I knew that that was it. I knew that I didn't have long to live in this world. And in my last remaining seconds in the world, I knew that it was my obligation to write one last farewell song to the world. Took out a piece of paper, pulled out a pen, and it didn't write, I had to put another ink cartridge in it. I sat back and I thought a while, and then it come to me. It come like a flash--like a vision, burnt across the clouds. I just wrote it down. I learnt it right away.
I don't want a pickle,
just want to ride on my motercicle,
and I don't want a tickle,
I'd rather ride on my motercicle,
and I don't want to die,
I just want to ride on my mo-tor-cy-cle.
Hey, I knew, you know, hey, I knew it wasn't the best song I ever wrote, but I didn't have time to change it.
