The Bike Song

作曲：Dave McCabe,Naeem Juwan Hanks,Homer Steinweiss,Victor Axelrod,Tom Brenneck

作词：Dave McCabe,Naeem Juwan Hanks,Homer Steinweiss,Victor Axelrod,Tom Brenneck

I run around town, around round the town

With the pedal to the metal

The pedal to whatever

I run around town, around round the town

With the pedal to the metal

The pedal to whatever

I run around town, around round the town

With the pedal to the metal

The pedal to whatever

I run around town, around round the town

With the pedal to the me

The pedal to whatever

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 help

My mama 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 I'm getting count of it all

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 '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 everybody's growing up, having kids and paying rent

And I'm getting count of it all

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 license

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

And I'm whipping through the city

With a forty and a fifty 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 everybody's growing up

Having kids and paying rent

And I'm getting count of it all

And I'm whipping through the city

With forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie