It is well known among bikers. Here is my version.
Many years ago, on a cold December night
A crusty old biker was riding his bike
Returning from a Christmas trip in Mexico
Saddle bags filled with toys for kids he didn’t know
As he rode along that night thinking how lucky he’d been
On an Iron Horse steed partner, a part of him
Well about 40 miles north of the border, into the hotlands
A few gremlins of sorts decided to take the upper hand
Potholes, and old tires, a bible even,
Anything they thought might well impede him
A group of critters known as road gremlins
Did I mention that before, that this is no lie
On the roads the gremlins do truly fly
They like to bring bikers down every chance
And when they do, they do a moon dance.
Well, as the lone wolf of a biker rounded a curve
The gremlins ambushed him, causing him to swerve
He crashed to the asphalt and skidded before stopping
This old biker man was not giving to the gremlins flogging
Next to one of his saddlebags that had broken
Was a little bell, just a small token
Those road gremlins made their way towards him with glee
The biker man said to them Oh Say Can You See!
It was some sort of patriotic moment
Gremlins paid no attention cause they’d been tok’n
He rang the bell again and again
The gremlins evil smiles broadened
They knew they had the old biker that night
They were wrong because in their limited sight
They did not know, not far away
Sat two cool dudes talking about their day
About the day’s ride, the wind in their face
Freedom and liberty and loving grace
Those two bikers heard the bell ring
They didn’t dance and they didn’t sing
But got upon there trusty steeds and off they were flying
They found the old Lone Wolf on the road almost dying
The bikers killed off some of those Gremlin beasts
But everybody knows they were not all beat
So those that ride have a little ride bell along with them
To ward off those nasty a$$ bastard road gremlins.
No matter what shows on the TV
Bikers look at the road differently
We take care of each other and ride the roads together
Look out cagers on that bike is your brother.
Take a look cagers and you might see
I little bell swung lowly
It is small but surely helpful
This keeps Road Gremlins away
from us GoodFellow.
I aint kidding about that.