I want to ride the tiger I want to ride the tiger It will be black and white in the dead of night Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight I want to ride the tiger.
It's like a tear in the hands of a western man Tell you about salt, carbon and water But a tear to a chinese man He'll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and a woman.
I want to ride the tiger I want to sail through the risin' sun for you and you We got something to learn from the other side Something to give, we got nothing to hide I want to ride the tiger.
Black wants out of the streets Yellow wants the country Red wants the country back And white wants out of this world Sing - sing to the sky I want to ride the tiger I want to ride the tiger.
Look to the summer of seventy-five All the world is gonna come alive Do you want to ride the tiger?
It's like a tear in the hands of a western man Tell you about salt, carbon and water But a tear to an oriental man He'll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and a woman.
Compositores: Paul L. Kantner, Grace Wing Slick, Byong Yu ECAD: Obra #6243723