Livingston Taylor - Bicycle lyrics

rate me

I ride my bicycle to work each day <br />

It's not so far <br />

It's better for me than my car. <br />

I wear a helmet that is made of <br />

Rigid Styrofoam <br />

Inspected by a French guy named Guillaume. <br />

I downshift my Shimanno gears <br />

I pedal hard and I'm out of here <br />

Glad I am that the coast is clear <br />

Glad I am to be <br />

My bicycle and me. <br />

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Some Saturdays at six a.m. I get up <br />

With Bill and Flo <br />

In the parking lot of Ho Jo's west of town <br />

We ride light bikes that cost big bucks <br />

We curse at smelly trucks <br />

Mile after mile 'til the sun is almost down. <br />

What a ride, what a life <br />

Maybe I'm crazy, don't ask my wife <br />

I've been in love with these spinning wheels <br />

Since I was maybe three <br />

My bicycle and me. <br />

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Pedal that bike, pedal that bike <br />

Don't open that door 'til I go by. <br />

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Pedal that bike, pedal that bike <br />

That little old lady in the Dodge Diplomat <br />

I don't think she sees me <br />

I hope she don't teach me how to fly. <br />

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I wear Lycra, it fits really closely to my skin <br />

White to purple is the place where it begins <br />

I pad my butt and I'm careful <br />

To stay out of ruts <br />

Wrap around sunglasses, I'm an alien <br />

Feel my heart go pit-a-pat <br />

Hello big hill good-bye fat <br />

Life goes by just like that <br />

A forty something spree is <br />

My bicycle and me.