Ridin Dirty

West Wynd

on my mountain bike and I’m not clean
5 o’clock shadow easy to be seen
when you see me ride by know that I don’t preen
been about a week since I changed my jeans
nobody ever wanna get close up
even the fleas know that I’m a loner
they can tell from my aroma
put the bedbugs into a coma

everyone knows I’m crazy that’s why I’m alone
I can hear them groan they think I’ve got rabies
don’t clean myself so I repel ladies
law’s out patrolling you know they can smell me
stink lines turned up to the maximum
watch the flies drop as they succumb
look like something drawn by Robert Crumb
should I be locked up for dressing like a bum