Taken from an email from the TGIF-C  to it's members:

Oh yes, you do hear a song coming on....

[tune: Under the Boardwalk ]
 

Oh when the sun goes down and you're in need of a "proof" treat
You're lookin' so hot you want to show all TGIF-C your meat
Come to the Bike Stop, on Quince Street, yeah
A little sleaze, little tease, little please-it can't be beat.

At the Bike Stop, nobody uses dove!
At the Bike Stop, there's leather love.
At the Bike Stop, give that big toy a shove.
At the Bike Stop, Levi's fit like a glove
At the Bike Stop--Bike Stop.

From the back you'll hear the happy squeals of the bottom pig.
Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dog of the daddy bear so big.
At the Bike Stop, on Quince Street
A little sleaze, little tease, little please-You can get beat!

At the Bike Stop, cologne is verboten
At the Bike Stop, big tops are gloatin'
At the Bike Stop, pierced nipples are bloatin'
At the Bike Stop, balls have weights they're totin'
At the Bike Stop--Bike Stop

(I may have out done myself!)

-- Paul M. Bottalla

New Version! (Thanks Paul!) ... March 2002

[reprise. Tune: Under the Boardwalk]

Oh when the sun goes down
And your in need of a leather treat
And you're lookin' so hot
Slave boys want to worship your feet.

Come to the Bike Stop
On Quice Street
A little sleaze
Little tease
Little please,
It can't be beat.

At the Bike Stop, cologne is verboten
At the Bike Stop, balls have weights their toten'
At the Bike Stop, happy tops are gloaten'
At the Bike Stop. Bike Stop.

From the back you'll hear the happy squeals of the bottom pig
And you pick up that daddy that drives the rig.
It's the Bike Stop. On Quince Street
A little sleaze
Little tease
Little please,
YOU can get beat.

At the Bike Stop, leather fits like a glove
At the Bike Stop, nobody uses Dove
At the Bike Stop, give that big plug a shove.
At the Bike Stop. Bike Stop.


-- Paul M. Bottalla

Yet Another New Version! (Thanks Again Paul!) ... August 2002

Since it is probably one of my best, and the tune is so fitting for the weather, I'll reprise (and somewhat revise):

"Under the Boardwalk"

Oh when the sun goes down
And you're in need of a leather treat.
And you lookin' so hot
Every queen you pass wants your meat.
Come to the Bike Stop
On Quince Street
A little tease,
Little please
You can get beat.

At the Bike Stop: there's leather love.
At the Bike Stop: nobody uses Dove.
At the Bike Stop: chaps fit like a glove.
At the Bike Stop, Bike Stop!

From the Pit you hear the happy squeals of the bottom pig.
And you wonder how he takes that toy so big
But at the Bike Stop
On Quince Street
On your knees
Bear down please
You take the heat

At the Bike Stop: there's happy tops gloatin'
At the Bike Stop: balls have weights they're totin'
At the Bike Stop: cologne is verboten
At the Bike Stop.
Bike Stop!

-- Paul M. Bottalla

And Another New Version! (Thanks Again Paul!) ... August 2003

Since we are in the heart of the summer and going to the Bike Stop this week, I am reprising what I think is one of my best songs--and it's to the tune of "Under the Boardwalk"
 

Oh the sun goes down and you need a leather treat
And you're lookin' so hot all you need is a slave to beat
Come to the Bike Stop
On Quince Street
A little sleaze, and little please, and little tease
It's quite a fete!

At the Bike Stop: there're happy tops gloatin'
At the Bike Stop: balls have weights they're totin'
At the Bike Stop: cologne is verboten
At the Bike Stop. Bike Stop.

From the Pit you hear the happy screams of the bottom pig.
And you marvel at how he takes that toy so big
At the Bike Stop, on Quince Street
A lotta meat , a lotta treat, a lotta heat
And you can get beat!

At the Bike Stop: Leather fits like a glove.
At the Bike Stop: Nobody uses Dove.
At the Bike Stop: Give that big plug a shove.
At the Bike Stop. Bike Stop!

-- Paul M. Bottalla

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