On a cold foggy highway

On a cold foggy highway, another trip for the vultures
Warm sun awaits us, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, we see Colin's great Venture
We're getting oh so close, Brighton 3 miles
Then little Sophie had to stop for while,
Iain herd her alarm bell ring
And was thinking to himself
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’

When Soph felt much better Baz showed them the way
There were voices down on the sea front,
They thought they heard them say...

Welcome to the Bike meet Brightona
Such a lovely place
Sophie get an open face!
Plenty of room at this place called Brightona
Only once a year, you will find us here

Our thoughts are turning to shiny customs, we don't mean Mercedes Benz
Watch out for Brighton's pretty, pretty boys, that some call friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

Then we bump into Roger
We say," what's that on your t-shirt?"
He said, ’I tell you, that seagull was a tosser’
And those not with us are calling from far away,
They'll wake in the middle of the night
Just to hear us cry...

Welcome to the Bike Meet Brightona
Such a lovely place
Sophie get an open face!
We're livin’ it up at the Bike Meet Brightona
What a nice surprise, little nick's on time....

Mirrors held together with superglue,
No belt buckles down the loo
And we said ’we are all just happy to be here, and the reason so clear’
And in Rogers chambers,
He gathered for the feast
That seagull he stabbed with his steely knife,
He just had to kill the beast

Last thing we remember, was
A warm and sunny highway
We all found the passage back
To the place our bikes must rest
’relax,’ said the seagulls,
We are programmed to return.
We'll pick out another Harley logo
What's the chance Roger wont go....


	Vultures, Seagulls & Eagles On a cold foggy highway, another trip for the vultures Warm sun awaits us, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, we see Colin's great Venture We're getting oh so close, Brighton 3 miles Then little Sophie had to stop for while, Iain herd her alarm bell ring And was thinking to himself ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ When Soph felt much better Baz showed them the way There were voices down on the sea front, They thought they heard them say... Welcome to the Bike meet Brightona Such a lovely place Sophie get an open face! Plenty of room at this place called Brightona Only once a year, you will find us here Our thoughts are turning to shiny customs, we don't mean Mercedes Benz Watch out for Brighton's pretty, pretty boys, that some call friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget Then we bump into Roger We say," what's that on your t-shirt?" He said, ’I tell you, that seagull was a tosser’ And those not with us are calling from far away, They'll wake in the middle of the night Just to hear us cry... Welcome to the Bike Meet Brightona Such a lovely place Sophie get an open face! We're livin’ it up at the Bike Meet Brightona What a nice surprise, little nick's on time.... Mirrors held together with superglue, No belt buckles down the loo And we said ’we are all just happy to be here, and the reason so clear’ And in Rogers chambers, He gathered for the feast That seagull he stabbed with his steely knife, He just had to kill the beast Last thing we remember, was A warm and sunny highway We all found the passage back To the place our bikes must rest ’relax,’ said the seagulls, We are programmed to return. We'll pick out another Harley logo What's the chance Roger wont go.... by.......Guess Who !!