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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ON WHEELS Hey. Why the applause? Why the shouts of acclaim? It's a guy on a chopper. Can you tell me his name? How 'bout that big bike? It's so hot it's infernal. And who's on its back? Why, that Rhode Island Colonel. It's the genuine thing. It's no fiction or story. It's the man on his bike. It's the man in his glory. See him roar down the highway with a grin ear to ear As he shifts that big bike up the next highest gear. No, you can't slow him down; ain't no way to detain That fanatical biker called "Hot Wheels" Culhane. Can he go any faster? Can he rev it up higher? "Sure can", I told Guinness -- and they called me a liar. So, you'll see him show up at a rally or race, Where the man fits right in, in no way out of place. There goes our man out in all kinds of weathers. He's the happiest guy in his helmet and leathers. Yes, it's hard to explain to you how great it feels To be racing along on a pair of hot wheels. But, there's nothing quite like it; no, nothing comes near That feeling of fun and of freedom -- and fear. Well, now I've described him and you know what he's like, At least when he's out on the road on his bike. At work, he's restrained, his repute is a mild one. But out on the highway, he's a bona fide Wild One. Malcolm Forbes was a man who had all you could want. He lived in a castle; had plenty to flaunt. 'Cept his bike, all his treasures he'd gladly have ditched; 'Cause when riding the roads -- ah, then he felt rich. Go To TABLE OF CONTENTS ![]() Questions? E-mail Us! CONSTANTINE'S CIRCUS, INC. PO Box 7223 Capitol Station Albany, NY 12224-0223 518-465-4413 518-465-3200 FAX |