The Bike Song

I run around town, around round the town

With the pedal to the me... The pedal to whatever (Repeat x4)

Shootin round these tricky bends

I hear a conversation in my head

Thinkin of the place to be

I sing a little melody instead

i won't argue with myself, today my legs are gettin some hell.

My mama tells me i should stop

Go and get a real job

That can't be the way that i roll

And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)

Gunna ride my bike until i get home

Gunna ride my bike until i get home

Gunna ride my bike until i get home

Gunna ride my bike until i get home

Thinking bout the 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 its dark

My mama tells me i should stop

Go and get a real job

That can't be the way that i roll

And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)

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

Humming on a huffy, don't i look so handsome

Bass to bikes there so nice there 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 licence

Hello (hello) you walking, (farewell) farewell I'm off then

And I'm whipping through the city with a 40 and a 50 Polly popping on my wheelie

My mama tells me i should stop

Go and get a real job

That can't be the way that i roll

And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)

And I'm whipping through the city with a 40 and a 50 Polly popping on my wheelie

(Chorus)