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Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Stimme und Gesang
Phil Lesh
Phil Lesh
Bassgitarre
Bill Kreutzmann
Bill Kreutzmann
Schlagzeug
Mickey Hart
Mickey Hart
Schlagzeug
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Leadgitarre
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Tasteninstrumente
Bob Bralove
Bob Bralove
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bob Weir
Bob Weir
Songwriter:in
John Barlow
John Barlow
Songwriter:in
Brent Mydland
Brent Mydland
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dan Healy
Dan Healy
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
David Roberts
David Roberts
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Jeff Sterling
Jeff Sterling
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Jeffrey Norman
Jeffrey Norman
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Justin Kreutzmann
Justin Kreutzmann
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Guy Charbonneau
Guy Charbonneau
Ingenieur:in
Jon Cutler
Jon Cutler
Produzent:in
Bill Candelario
Bill Candelario
Ausrüstungstechniker:in
Billy Grillo
Billy Grillo
Ausrüstungstechniker:in
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Produzent:in
James Austin
James Austin
Produzent:in für Neuauflagen
Joe Gaswirt
Joe Gaswirt
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in

Texty

Well, I was drinkin' last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal, get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do 'Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You won't think it by contrast quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall Never mind how I stumble and fall You imagine me sippin' champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be goin' to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride, yeah At least I'm enjoyin' the ride, yeah, yeah Aw, you're a sweet little soft core pretender Somehow, baby, got hard as it gets With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders The chair and your whip and your pets Well, we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great And we know how you love your ovations In the Z-rated scenes, you create, yeah Z-rated scenes, you create You imagine me sippin champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be goin' to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride, yeah At least I'm enjoyin' the ride You analyze me Attempt to despise me, you laugh When I stumble and fall There may come a day, I will dance on your grave If unable to dance, I will crawl across it Unable to dance, I will crawl, yeah Unable to dance, I'll crawl, yeah You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you And it's not like I'm leavin' you lonely 'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well, I know that you think of me only When the snakes come marchin' in, yeah When the snakes come marchin' in You imagine me sippin' champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be goin' to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride, ride-ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride, ride-ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride Ride, ride At least I'm enjoyin' the ride
Writer(s): John Barlow, Bob Weir, Brent Richard Mydland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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