Sing, Sing Along
Keep On Brokkin' in the Free World
We suggest you print this page
in June (or later) for our sing along
at the campfire
Put It On Your Plate
Rolling Broccoli Riders Song
Ode to Rolling Broccoli
Gilligans Broccoli Tour
Gilligans Broccoli Tour (Epilog)
More Southern Broccoli
Brokkoli, Brokkoli
Plastic Jesus
K-R-U-S-T-Y
Riders Song
Broccol-Ease
Brokkoli Boy
Quiet Poet
Beer Song
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KRUSTY
KRUSTY, KRUSTY
K-R-U-S-T-Y
KRUSTY, KRUSTY
K-R-U-S-T-Y
We really like your act so far
Why don�t you put it in a jar
Oh KRUSTY, KRUSTY
K-R-U-S-T-Y
We really mean it
K-R-U-S-T-Y!!!!
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Gilligans Broccoli Tour (Click the title)
Just sit right back and you will hear a tale
A tale about Broccoli Riders
It all started in a place called Big Bay
on there K�s and R�s
The first was a long distance rider
The second brave and sure
All the Broccoli Riders set out that day on a 3 hour tour
A 3 hour tour
The weather started getting rough
The the tiny bikes were tossed
If not for the courage of the fearless riders
The bikes would be lost
The bikes would be lost
The riders found themselves at this rally sight
On this charted desert road (in fields of Broccoli)
With Gilligan
The Broccoli Babes
The Kaiser and the Kraut
The Broccoli Queen
The Count Jester and Crown Prince
Here on Gilligans Broccoli Tour
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Epilog
Now this is a tale of our bike riders
They're here for a long long time
They will have to make the best of things
Its an uphill climb
The Kaiser and the Queen
Will do there very best
to keep the others compfortable
in a Mental Health Spa
No phone
No lights
No motor car
Not a single luxery
Like Robinson Carusoe
It's as primitive as can be
So join us here each week my friend
Your sure to get a smile
For 7 stranded bike riders
Here on Gilligans (Broccoli) Tour
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Beer Song
Do you slam down beers all night and day,
Hoping when you wake-up the hang over will go away,
Sing the beer song, Loud and Strong,
When you go to the beach do you wear a thong,
So have some fun your whole life long,
But don't forget to bring your BROCCOLI friends along!
I consume and belch! It's the thing to do!
This beer song is from Broccoli Riders to you!
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A Quiet Poet Came
From the land of places green and roads not yet seen
I greet the mighty riders of Broccoli fame
To have been of your numbers once
And return within the months
I beg you, please post my stranger's name.
Once Aaron of Jutz, a quiet poet came
Some two seasons back he had rode
Now Haefer by calling, son of...Broccoli Brothers
K-rider of 750's is told.
To the riders, far and near
Where Broccoli's always dear
Ride on
Ride Green
Ride safe.
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Plastic Jesus
I don�t care if it rains or freezes
S�long�s I got my plastic Jesus
Bungeed to my Beemer�s handlebars.
My poly carbon Icon
Protects the road I bike on
And saves me from the maniacs in cars.
My little Jewish carpenter
Keeps speeding tickets low
And when I have a drink too much
The cops won�t make me blow.
I�m as happy as a pig in shit
When I on my bike I sit
Cruising down the highway with a grin
For when I�m on my final ride
And up to heaven�s gate I glide
I know my plastic Jesus gets me in.
And when I sit upon my cloud
My Beemer by my side,
I think I�ll miss my rally friends
And Bros I left behind.
Then I�ll be sorry as can be
�Cause in Heaven, don�t you see,
There�s no Beemer rally, there�s no race.
No lies that I can listen to,
No friends to steel a beer from you,
�Cause everybody�s at the other place.
So throw away my plastic friend
and swear an oath to booze.
Smoke cigarettes and other things.
What have I got to lose.
I party out my brains with glee
And hit on every guy (chick) I see,
Do all the things I like so well.
I swear and curse, tell dirty jokes
and never say farewell to folks,
�Cause when I�m done, we�ll meet again in Hell.
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�BROCCOL-EASE�
Take me away from all this work
Take me away from daily drudgeries
Take me to the green supreme
To the land of Rolling broccoli�s
Take away the get �em out by Fridays
Take away payin� out dues and fees
Take away the boss twit always full of shit
Yeah, they�re speakin� my language: Broccol-ease
Take my house, Take my car
Oh hell . . . take my wife, Please!
But not my bike, not my beer; I fear
And more, not my bitchin� Broccoli
So I got on my bike, got outta town
Kissed my boss�s ass with begs and pleas
And ventured forth to the Great White North
The Canadians are causin� a commotion of Broccolis
There's freeze your ass off in Georgian Bay
And party your brains out by the bonfire
They�ve got roadkill stew and triple X brew
And some nasty ass liqueur a la Broccoli
I came as far as I did for a kick ass time
For things strangely done and new sights to see
And found out thus: You Fuckers are nuts!
Thank god for the rolling Broccoli's
Soon it's back to the real world, back to work
If reality's the cure, I'll take the disease
And hell yes! I'll be back for another attack
With the Riders of the Rolling Broccoli�s . . .
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Riders Song
Oh, a rider needs a bike,
Needs a bike,
Needs a bike.
And he's gotta have a suit,
Leather suit,
Aero suit.
And he ought'a have a song,
Have a song,
Have a song,
If he wants to keep ridin'.
Now the rider needs a hat
Shoei hat,
System hat.
And a pair of Gore-Tex boots,
Sidi boots,
Combat boots.
And a set of leather gloves,
Gore-Tex gloves,
Dainese gloves,
If he wants to keep ridin'.
Oh, the road is long,
And the sun is hot,
And the good lord knows
That a rider's gotta keep ridin',
Ridin' along.
So he gets himself a bike
And a suit,
And a song.
And he finds himself a hat
Gore-Tex boots,
Leather gloves.
And there's nothing more
He needs,
Or can have,
Or can get,
If he wants to keep ridin',
Ridin' along.
Gloves, leather gloves,
Boots, Gore-Tex boots,
Sings a German song,
Suit, oh, oh,
And the bike,
If he wants to keep ridin',
Ridin' along.
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More Southern Broccoli
(You better get used to it)
Goin� to Tallahassee . . . Tallahassee here I come
Goin� to Tallahassee . . . Tallahassee here I come
They got some Krazy lookin� blondes there
And I�ve already got me one
Well I might ride my bike;BR>
I might take my van
Gonna get there any way I Kan . . .
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Rolling Broccoli Riders Song
We�re the Rolling Broccoli Riders
and we drink and ride like hell,
so we * * * on constitution
and silly rules as well.
BROCCOLI, BROCCOLI, and the Rolling Broccoli Riders we shall be.
First there's Ride and Party Marty
and he rides and parties well,
till he parties once to hardy
that's when Cindy gives him hell.
There is Dave and Cindy Williams
and they think it isn't fair,
that their bikes prefer positions
with rubber in the air.
Then there is Jim they call the Deputy
who rarely says "O Fuck",
�cept when Helmut put the diesel
in his favorite pickup truck.
There�s a guy who lives up in Wiarton
McKenzie is his name,
who set fire to his baseball cap
then couldn�t find the flame.
And that same guy called McKenzie
boy he is one crazy bloke,
he�s the one who laughs the loudest
when he tells another joke.
Then there's Squirrly Shirley Hackman
who in 1993,
wore a T shirt called the Krusty
then the Bitch gave it to me.
I don't really understand it
don't know why and how,
Frankie tried to breed his K-RT
with some old dirty Cow.
There's the one called Battery Bernie
who loves batteries and so,
you can see him go to Nationals
with batteries in tow.
There is Carl who lives in Michigan
who is usually quite droll,
till at 3 in the morning
he starts yelling "ROCK AND ROLL".
There is Bruno and her duct tape
which across her mouth she stuck,
Helmut thought it was permanent
but alas, there�s no suck luck.
There�s a gent who comes from Syracuse
a capitalistic chap,
comes to every BROCCOLI Rally
with computers in his lap.
Then there�s Pete who�s not to bright
cause on his Beezer does he roam.
Till one day he will see the light
and a Beemer he will own.
There�s a guy named Gator
who lives on some southern beach,
thought a Gator was a reptile
now we know that it�s a LEECH.
There's a rider they call Jeffrey
who is only partly sane,
had his persn'l RA National
in Farmington Maine.
Dr. Bob, Dr. Bob
he is really quite unique,
thought his Beemer was a U-boat
so he dropped it in a creek.
Then there is JJ, good old JJ
who can party through the night,
but before the noon next morning
he ain�t feeling all that bright.
Then there is Cindy from Wisconsin
we all wish she would repeat,
the great Titillating "MOON DISPLAY"
with the MOONING expert Pete.
Then there's Gerry, Merry Gerry
who is quite happy, sometimes loud,
cept when he's not very Merry
we all call him Sauerkraut.
For a nurse she is quite squeamish
though they call her Mother Toad,
confiscated all the photos
of her peeing by the road.
Good for Forest City Riders
who in 1995,
did forego the club elections
to avoid another strife.
There�s a Chick called Sue O'Brien
whom we proudly call "The Tart",
made her first attempt at flying
when the bike and Sue did part.
There�s a guy named Guy from Olds
who drank JD stead of Beer,
said when he woke up in a Volvo
"How the Hell did I get here???".
There�s a Tart from St. Thomas way
makes everyone stand up,
Then relieves them with her gentle touch
and therein lies the rub.
Then there�s Rolf from old Toronto
who�s usually not a clown,
got some leg shields for his Beemer
and installed them upside down.
There is Sherry B. Good
of Cross Dressing Fame
She wore Bruno's candle stick
Which brought her much acclaim
And the guy Guy from Alberta
we don�t think he likes his bed,
sleeps in chairs and sometimes Volvo�s
when he wakes his nails are red.
There is Cindy Williams Christmas tree
adorned with old St. Nick,
everyone but Cindy noticed
good old Santa had a Dick.
There is the Kaiser
That everyone likes
He is an MOA Ambassador
Because he likes BMW bikes
The same guy the Kaiser
He wears plastic tits
He is such an embarasment
But this all fits
There is the Smurf from Chicago
Who rides a brand new K
On his bike its hard to catch him
But he won't make the N.B.A.
There are the Rolling Brokkoli Babes
With their hair so green
Don't try to pick them up
Their dads can get quite mean
JJ and Babe # 1
In the Keys were wed
She wouldn't consummate the marriage
So he slept with RPM instead
The Rolling Broccoli Ambassador
with his fake knee,
wears a snappy Scottish mini skirt
so everyone can see.
The last rider from Toronto
we call him Gilligan,
he wrote up the Brokkoli web page
so everyone can win.
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Ode to the Rolling Broccoli
There are strange things done around London,
By the men who ride their Beemers.
The local trails have their secret tales,
That turn woman into screamers.
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights,
But the queerest they ever did see,
with the manner they honour their banner,
is the club of the "Rolling Broccoli"
Steve�s the man to represent the clan when we meet someone new,
He�s quiet and shy, a really nice guy who knows just what to do.
He�s not been very recently seen, we would like to see him more,
But it�s a long haul from Ingersoll for our only Ambassador.
Ed Arthers� the one who laid out the run around the Island of Manatoulin,
He took some boards and made up the awards that had the competitors droolin�
The rest of the crew from up in the Sault didn�t go out on the run,
The woman were itchin� to help in the kitchen so I could relax and have fun.
And there�s Ross the endurance boss who sets a rapid pace,
He likes to go fast, he doesn�t get passed and usually wins the race.
Just one rule; only stop for fuel, and I will tell you what,
A mortal would drop but he doesn�t stop, he must truly have an �Iron butt�
Along comes Big Jim who isn�t to slim, his temperament can be snarley,
He�s a little more mellow, this over sized fellow, since he got his new Harley.
Every single year he carries more gear and this coming year I think,
It is no bull, his trailer be full when he installs the kitchen sink.
Then there is Kirk who pretends to work by delivering peoples mail,
But what the heck he gets a nice cheque so he shows up without fail.
He�d often say in a dreamy way, the thing he hoped for most,
Was the lottery win, he�d never work again, he�d stay with Canada Post.
Ray and Lynn were living in sin until later last fall,
Now they are wed and are legal in bed and seem to have no time at all.
With minimal cheers for over two years they put out the club newsletter,
The quality was great, really first rate, there are few that could have done better.
We went all the way up to Big Bay to party with Helmet and Bruno,
We had lots of fun out in the sun eating and drinking and well, you know.
An Impromptu band was there on hand and although they did not rehearse,
They proceeded to play whole night away, at rallies I have heard much worse.
And there's Frank who likes to crank up around the speed of light,
His KRT in something to see it�s always such a sight,
But he can make any dealer quake just by walking in,
Please they prey, don�t let him stay he�ll empty our parts bin.
Then there is Jerry who doesn't carry anything that would slow him down,
With a quick twist of right wrist he streaks of into the next town,
His entry he sent, to Nevada he went, he knew he could win it,
He did his best in the endurance test but he blew it by just one minute.
Then there�s Mitch, the son-of-a-bitch, that drinks from dawn to dusk,
It�s very clear he loves his beer, a Red Eyed Rider�s must.
His faithful Norton is always snortin� when he takes off on a ride,
But he�s got to learn to make a turn and keep it off it�s side.
There is Bob and Marj whose donations are large, we are flattered by such devotion,
And now it looks like Marj is the one in charge of recording all the commotion.
Bob broke his foot his weight he could not put down as he was quite lame,
It did not slow him down much, he strapped on his crutch and rode his bike just the same.
And then there's Ian who must like bein� head of this motley crew,
Although he did try to find another guy he�s stuck in charge for year two.
Along with Chris in wedded bliss they travel here and there,
Off the beaten track all decked in black, they're such a well matched pair.
Then there's Marty who likes to likes to party, he want�s that Krusty shirt,
He knows what to do, he just has to spew and make a Pizza in the dirt.
His trusty machine has a heck of a lean, the side stand is surely shot,
He heeded jeers, fought back the tears, and finally a new one, he bought.
Garry's the guy who like�s to buy older German bikes,
He cleans each nook to make it look just the way he likes.
In his cellar the lucky feller has built himself a museum,
Promise to be nice, cross your heart twice and he might let you see'em.
Dave and Cindy, although it was windy, hosted the club at Grand Bend,
The food and roast pig went over real big a great way for the season to end.
Dave took a rig and made it real big so he could take the kids for a cruise,
That's what he said, but I think instead it was to carry more booze.
Your name not vexed? You could be next, no one will be sparred,
You just can't hide, I'll crush your pride, as if I really care!
I've nothing to do but make fun of you but I'll make my jabs much better,
If you've had enough of this degrading stuff then help fill up the webpage.
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Brokkoli, Brokkoli
Brokkoli all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
My Beemer everyday
Hey!
chorus again
Dashing down the road
On my 2 wheeled vehicle
Into the ditch we go
The Kraut leading the way
Brokkoli on the table greens
Making spirits bright
Oh what fun it is to ride
To the Brokkoli bash tonight
Hey!
Brokkoli, Brokkoli
Brokkoli all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
My Beemer everyday
HEY!!!
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Brokkoli Boy
There you go Brokkoli Boy,
Bold adventures you face.
Win the race
Into space,
Very soon you'll land on the moon.
Brokkoli Boy past the stars,
On your way out to Mars!
Cosmic Ranger,
Laugh at Danger,
You will set the pace Brokkoli Boy!
(thrilling marching music)
Ride high through the sky,
Strange new places you will spy.
Atom-celled
Jet propelled
With your Search Light Eye flashing by!
Brokkoli Boy, there you go,
Will you find friend or foe?
What can I do
To be like you,
And become a real Brokkoli Boy!
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