SPEEDWAY
(Birch/Murdock) © Rock Music Co Ltd

My bike is getting rusty now, the one my fans admired.  The track is getting dusty and my agent just got fired, and I don’t think I can make it, cos I’m feeling kinda tired.  And I’m feeling pretty shaky and my hands are getting sore, and I feel I’m nearly eighty though I’m only twenty-four, and I don’t wanna ride the speedway, anymore. 

Where’s my little Sally now, she ain’t coming back.  We was gonna marry, but one of us just had to crack, and that’s another reason I’m not out there on that track.  And I’m feeling pretty shaky and my hands are getting sore, and I feel I’m nearly eighty though I’m only twenty-four, and I don’t wanna ride the speedway, anymore.  

Last night I dreamed I was riding for the Aces.  I hit the bend, I looked up, I saw their faces.  Then I saw my Sally’s face, through the dusty screen.  I hit the fence, a wheel came loose I fell from my machine... Riders were all flashing past I couldn’t hear a sound.  I was lying on the dusty track, a crowd had gathered round.  The doctors said, ‘There ain’t no hope,’ the agony just grew.  Then I saw my little Sally’s face, I knew that I’d pull though... 

That’s why my bike is getting rusty now, the one my fans admired.  The track is getting dusty and my agent just got fired, and I don’t think I can make it, cos I’m feeling kinda tired.  And I’m feeling pretty shaky and my hands are getting sore, and I feel I’m nearly eighty though I’m only twenty-four, and I don’t wanna ride the speedway, anymore.

I don’t wanna ride the speedway…

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