paroles de chanson Motorbike - Les Jeux Sont Funk

Way back in the youthful days
I wanted to learn how to ride a motorbike
I called a friend whose father had a motorbike
He brought the bike to my house
He taught me how to ride within two minutes

I thought everything was OK
We planned a journey
Our destination was to a girl's house
On the highway we were taking to each other
I made the moves, things were OK, I thought that was it

I'd forgotten myself, as the driver of the bike
I turned to talk to him, and all of a sudden
We were in the forest

And I was cool
No stress, no panic, no breaking
Ride on the speed of things
We had no panic, no stress
We sat on cool
Until the bike came to a lower speed

And the journey continues
We came back to the highway
We went to the girl's place
I was so bold enough to go to the house
I said to my friend, go and call the lady out
He did that, then she came out, we had a nice talk
I had to go back to my village

And I was cool
No stress, no panic, no breaking
Ride on the speed of things
We had no panic, no stress, no fear
We stayed cool on the bike
Until we came to a lower speed

Driving on the highway back was stressful
Because none of the cars on the highway
Was ready too allow us to drive
I had to do it on a higher speed
By doing that my brand new shoes were spoiled

Drive wise keep your hands on the bar
The traffic is fine but the weather is changing
Drive fast until you got gas
The highway is hot and the engine is burning
Don't lag, stack up the miles
Hang tight to your seat, hold on to the motion
Drive fast until you got gas
Forget all your thoughts keep chasing the horizon

Drive past the jam and the crowd
Drive past the edges of town
Drive past fences and walls
Drive past houses and malls
Chances you'll find it
Unless you stop cruising