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Biker's Son
My daddy's got a ponytail,
and he rides me on his bike.
Folks 'round here don't go for us,
but who cares what they like?
Dad's ponytail, it floats out free,
it floats back in the breeze.
It hits my face and tickles me,
and sometimes makes me sneeze.
Dad's tattoo is black and blue,
and printed 'cross his chest.
Its an eagle with some letters,
that spell what he likes best.
His Christian name is William,
But they call him Crazy Charlie.
And it's him and me against the world,
when we 're riding on his Harley.
Who cares about the citizens?
Who cares what they like?
My dad has got a ponytail,
and he rides me on his bike.
It's me and him against the world,
no matter what they say.
And I'll have my own ponytail,
a bike and a son someday.
by Little Rats
