Carryin' the coffin for cancer research
Gypsy and me, won't leave them in the lurch
Cross my palm with silver and I'll tell your fortune true
We must kill and bury Cancer before it gets us too!
So sick o' bein' sorry
Sick o' feelin sad
Gunna drop the drongo
That dropped my old dad
Yeah it's a mongrel
A rotten yeller curse
Gunna erase it
'Cos I'm a cancer nurse!
But nursing didn't cut it
When I couldn't save my own
The little I could do
Just chilled me to the bone
When faith is lost a line is crossed
One has to make a choice
To cower in defeat
Or rise and find a voice!
No pussy footing pilgrim
Begging at death's door
We need MONEY for research!
To get it we must ROAR
So I got me a chariot
Some call it a hearse!
I called her Gypsy-Belle
For better or for worse...
She's shiny and purple
While I am bruised and blue
But I'll tame the flamin' Gypsy
To raise a quid or two!
Now Gypsy is a V star
Six fifty c.c.
I found her at Yamaha
And she was meant for me
Three decades of failin'
To save the human race
I found my Ulysses
My Gypsy and DISGRACE!
First I fell off her left side
Then I dropped her on the right
Broken elbow and panniers
Until I saw the light...
Five foot two and fifty eight
The odds were quite unfair
But I tamed roarin' Gypsy
Now I tow me own wheeled chair!
You may call it a coffin
Call my Gypsy Belle a hearse
But if we bury cancer
THEN I'll call myself a nurse!
With the trikers and the bikers
Who ride for charity
I'll ride for cancer research
RISE UP! And ride with me.
M.C.B.
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