- The Bike Song

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

I ride around town, around, 'round and 'round
With the pedal to the metal, the pedal to whatever
I ride around town, around 'round the town
With the pedal to the metal, the pedal to whatever

I ride around town, around, 'round and 'round
With the pedal to the metal, the pedal to whatever
I ride around town, around 'round the town
With the pedal to the metal, the pedal to whatever

Shootin' round the streaky bends
I hear a conversation in my head
Thinkin' of a place to be
I sing a little melody instead
I won't argue with myself
Today my legs are gettin' some hell

My mother tells me I should stop, go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up
Having kids and paying rent
And they're all getting cars of their own

Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home

Thinking of a girl I met
A phone call that I haven't made yet
All the things I've done this week
And all the things I should've done instead
I sweep the pavements and the parks
I hope I get home before it's dark

My mother tells me I should stop, go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up
Having kids and paying rent
They're all getting cars of their own

Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home

I can't understand it, but I can't really stand them
Girls love cars, cars cause harm to the planet
Don't you wanna take a joyride on my tandem?
Hubby on a huffy, don't I look so handsome?

Bikes, bikes they're so nice, they're priceless
Working on my calves, the triceps, to biceps
Bypass the gas, stop at traffic lights
I get a 'round 'round without a driver's license
Hello, you walking? Farewell, I'm off then

And I'm whipping through the city
With a 40 and a 50
Party popping on my wheelie, good god

My mother tells me I should stop, go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up
Having kids and paying rent
They're all getting cars of their own

Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home

And I'm whipping through the city
With a 40 and a 50
Party popping on my wheelie, good god

Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Until I get home

Gonna ride my bike
Gonna take his bike
Gonna steal your bike
Ride my own bike

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