Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All the way to fire lake Who wants to break the news about uncle joe You remember uncle joe He was the one afraid to cut the cake Who wants to tell poor aunt sarah Joe's run off to fire lake Joe's run off to fire lake
Who wants to brave those bronze beauties Lying in the sun With their long soft hair falling Flying as they run Oh they smile so shy And they flirt so well And they lay you down so fast Till you look straight up and say Oh lord Am I really here at lost
Who wants to play those eights and aces Who wants a raise Who needs a stake Who wants to take that long shot gamble And head out to fire lake Head out Who wants to go to fire lake And head out Who wants to go to fire lake Head out Out to fire lake Who's gonna do it
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