solo
He's a Dead Horz and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he rides all day.
chorus
He's a Dead Horz and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he rides all day.
solo
I ride my bike,
I eat my lunch,
I go to the lavat'ry
On wednesday I rides High Point
Running children down with glee.
chorus
He's a Dead Horz and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he rides all day.
solo
I ride real fast,
My name is stink,
I close the bars at two.
I knock em back
And kiss the fat girls too.
chorus
He's a Dead Horz and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he rides all day
solo
I wear high heels,
and bright pink shorts,
full leathers and a bra.
I wish I rode a Harley,
just like my dear mama.
end chorus
He's a Dead Horz and he's okay,
He drinks all night and he rides all day.
by (_GG_) <--wide load guzziguy
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The second time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The third time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The fourth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The fifth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The sixth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Six shining moons,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The seventh time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Seven singing Rawhide,
Six shining moons,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat mem farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The eighth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Eight on Hugh's Harley,
Seven singing Rawhide,
Six shining moons,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The ninth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Nine bikers puking,
Eight on Hugh's Harley,
Seven singing Rawhide,
Six shining moons,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
The tenth time I saw them.
The DEAD HORSE gave to me,
Ten rounds of ammo,
Nine bikers puking,
Eight on Hugh's Harley,
Seven singing Rawhide,
Six shining moons,
Five pickled eggs,
Four fat men farting,
Three cans of spam,
Two shots of Ouzo,
A feed bag and a beer ball.
by (_BD_) <--wide load BIG DOG
Please feel free to compose.
And submit the last two verses.