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Текст: Roxette. Crash! Boom! Bang!. Harleys Indians.

When I go to Heaven, Harley, Harley Heaven
I wanna meet a king like the Panhead '48
I wanna meet the fat one, we can talk for hours
When my time has come, babe, I won't be runnin' late

Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na
Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na

When I go to Heaven, Redskin Heaven
I wanna meet the cheats, yea, I want to meet all scum
I won't miss my friends 'cause I know where they'll be
We're all part of the Indian family

Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na
Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na

It's alright, baby, I'm okay, honey
I'm only travelin' through this state of mine
Hey, it's alright, mama, I'm doin' fine now, mama
I'm only in a certain state of mind

When I go to Heaven, HOG, HOG Heaven
I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way
We're kickin' and we're revvin', we're dressin' up in style
It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky

Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na
Flyin' high, riders in the sky

Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na
Flyin' high, riders in the sky
Na na na na

One, two, one, two
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
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