Sam Sam the Motorcycle Man
There once were two Sam's
who met by chance cycling a path
where friendships were cast
dwelled by plenty, the old Garden Valley
down in the valley green grass still grows
Sideaway at 69th all the way to 79th
Sam the plumber was a cool man
holstering tools in very strong hands
cycling at night beneath the moon
gleaming like diamonds 100 lights
the scent of money was Sam's delight
the beauty of his cycle memoirs his fame
to tell the truth revealed his name
glowing memories of his cycling days
crossing every state in the USA
a big cigar dangling the side of his face
a kinsman he was on 69th
motorcycle Sam the plumber man.
DJ Sam the music man
loved to cycle all over the place
up hill, down hill, so tranquil a face
cycling the Nam a serviceman
Sam took flight, landing beneath lights
and cycled the land of milk and honey
his state was golden like royalty
just as the gentleman he exposed
cap on his head sometimes in his hand
yes ma’am said Sam to the lady of the house
crossing over 69th old Savmors in sight
a sister got a scare when his cycle took a slide
and the kinsman came to be at his side
but DJ Sam was back riding in no time
a brother, a father, a friend forever
the precious pearl always remembered
a knight with a suit tailored for honor
motorcycle Sam the music man.
with fond memories riding two cycles
through a garden valley on twice a journey
with Sam Sam the motorcycle man.
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