Lady Luck

Alone, alone in this dreary prison cell

For how long, there’s no way to tell

With iron bars and a hard concrete rack

Lady Luck sank her teeth into my back

Like a Pit Bull she won’t loosen her hold

Biting and growling until you grow too old

Too old and weak to even hold up my bike

When I am released I’ll have to ride a trike

I lay here and long for those summers again

Back in the day, Lady Luck was my friend

On the back of my scoot, some foxy lady

Those days are gone, Lady Luck did a 180

Brothers, take advantage of every warm day

Be thankful for every day you ride and play

The days you have left might well be few

Ride now, before she takes a bite outta you

© 2007 Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer