Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
I'd like to be a biker, With a lot of pretty girls, I'd hang around in bars, Where smoke lays in swirls. I'd wear a blue jean jacket, Of course without the sleeves, With tattoos on my arms, Thicker than Maples leaves. Meaner than a rattlesnake That's what they would think of me, Yeah for sure a biker That's what I want to be. Or why not a Cowboy And ride a bucking bronc, Spend my nights two-stepping, In a cowboy honky tonk. Move around from town to town To follow the Rodeo, And wear a certain kind of hat So all my fans will know. Then when I'm thrown from time to time Try not to show the pain, And dream about the working ranch That I will someday gain. Or with my graying hair and silver tongue A preacher I could be, I'd stand before the T.V. camera For all the world to see. I could live my life for Jesus And try to do whats right, But let folks know that deep inside I can still put up a fight. Or should I stay right where I am And be a person of which you never heard Just eat my meals and watch T.V. Yeah I think I'll stay a nerd.
