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Are You Dreaming of Winning a Race?
(After "Scarborough Fair" by Simon and Garfunkle)
Are you dreaming of winning a race,
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph!
Find sweet success when you win the great chase.
You once flew like the wind soaring up.
Tell them, your fans say they love your new flare.
(On the path at the dunes near the soft sandy sea.)
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph!
(Chasing the vision on dirt-laden ground.)
Relax breath deep; do not fear the jumps.
(Dashing to power the king of the fast lanes.)
You will fly like the wind soaring up.
(Tracks at your back; you race faster than all.)
Tell them to find you a sponsor with funds.
(On the road to the dunes, fans watch near sandy seas.)
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph?
(Cohorts, once bound are partners for years.)
Because they believe in your great success –
(A backer shouts and relishes the fun.)
You will fly like the wind soaring up.
Tell them to market motorcycles t-shirts.
(Fans mellow, cheering with nervous reflections.)
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph!
(Managers coaching their drivers use skill.)
And whenever you keep success in your mind,
(For the sake of a dream that was never forgotten.)
You will fly like the wind soaring up.
Are you dreaming of winning a race?
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph!
Find sweet success when you win the great chase.
You once flew like the wind soaring up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEhAXQ5QQzs <= Performance
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/simon+and+garfunkel/scarborough+fair_20124689.html <
http://digitaldreamdoor.nutsie.com/pages/lyrics/scarborough_fair.html <= Lyrics
A pretending game, with costume to match
She was a princess, in lonely exile
An estranged housewife, with children to watch
The friendly girl next door, with a cute smile
Pretty eyes, fluttering lashes to flirt
Her pink lipstick trade was giving sweet love
Knickerless in a red tight mini skirt,
She wore sharp steel high heels, a smooth silk glove
She thought about cooking egg, chips with beans
And a sweet pudding of honey treacle
Remembered on being forced to eat her greens
Wondered about the poor hungry people
Then prior dawn she’d wash away the night
Clean and anew for the new daybreak light