The Sore Hiney Blues

(OFFICIAL BALLAD OF THE SLOW SPOKES)

When the road is feeling rocky

And you know you’ve paid your dues

When your knees are feeling knocky

You’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

The SAGS, they got pretzels

And Watermelons too,

But when my hineys hurting

They say, WE CAN’T HELP YOU!

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

Last night at the hotel

While Red Eye drank the booze

Johnny grabbed the jelly

He’s got the Sore Hiney Blues

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

Each day that we’re peddling

The ride is in the news

Krystal she be writing

Bout the Sore Hiney Blues

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

John Frame’s got my suitcase

Kathy’s got my dues

Mike Quinn’s got my beer

I got the Sore Hiney Blues!

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

Two hundred riders

That ain’t just a few

We’re standing all the way home

With the Sore Hiney Blues

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

My chain is slippin

My tires are leaking air

My hineys really hurtin

Are we there? Are we there?

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

The ride is almost over

Don’t need no stinking Cues

But Tommy Imbrigotta’s

Got the Sore Hiney Blues

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues

100 miles is easy

250 gets you sore

500 leaves you begging

My poor hiney can’t take no more!

The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma,

The Sore Hiney Blues Baby

You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues