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Well I was drinking last night with a biker

And I showed him a picture of you

I said "pal, get to know her, you'll like her"

Seemed like the least I could do

'Cause when he's charging his chopper

Up and down your carpeted halls

You will think me by contrast quite proper

Never mind how I stumble and fall

Never mind how I stumble and fall

You imagine sipping champagne from your boot (note 1)

For a taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket

But at least I'm enjoying the ride

At least I'm enjoying the ride

Yeah at least I'm enjoying the ride

Ahh miss sweetie little soft-core pretender

Somehow baby got hard as it gets

With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders

And her chair and her whip and her pets

Well we know you're the reincarnation

Of the ravenous Catherine the Great

And we know how you love your ovations

And the Z-rated scenes you create

And the Z-rated scenes you create

You analyse me, attempt to despise me

And you laugh when I stumble and fall

There may come a day I will dance on your grave

If unable to dance I will crawl across it

Unable to dance I will crawl

Yeah, unable to dance I'll crawl

You must really consider the circus

'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo

I can't think of a place that's more perfect

For a person as perfect as you

And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely

'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin

But I know that you'll think of me only

When the snakes come marching in

When the snakes come marching in

Ride, ride, ride, ride

At least I'm enjoying the ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride

At least I'm enjoying the ride

Ride, ride, ride

At least I'm enjoying the ride

Played regularly by the Grateful Dead after its introduction in 1983. More recently played by Bob Weir with Ratdog


The following verse was apparently written by John Barlow for use in the song, but not in the event used by Bob Weir:


And while you were saying your mantra

I was humping your very best friend

And comparing myself to Sinatra

'Cause I did it my way in her end


David Gans posted the following additional verse from a rehearsal tape on 24 Jan 1983:


All those noises that come from the bedroom

Are so hard to explain to the guests

Whatever's in there should be fed soon

When they're hungry, they're unpleasant pests


Notes

(1) apparently Barlow's original version of this line was "You imagine me kissing the toe of your boot," but David Gans suggested to Bob Weir that he change it to "sipping champagne."