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Mark Ronson

The Bike Song

 

The Bike Song

(album: Record Collection - 2010)


I run around town
Around around and round
The pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever

I run around town
Around around and round
The pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever

I run around town
Around around and round
The pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever

I run around town
Around around and round
The pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever

Shooting round the streaky bends
I hear a conversation in my head
Thinking of a place to be
I sing a little melody instead
I won't argue with myself
Today my legs are getting some help

My mother tells me I should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
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

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 park
I hope that 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
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 understand it
But I can't really stand em
Girls love cars
Cars cause harm to the planet
Don't you want to
You take a joyride on my tandem
Hubby on a huffy
Don't I look so handsome

Bikes suffice
They so nice like priceless
Working on my calves
Triceps and biceps
Bypass the gas
Stopped at traffic lights
I get around town
Without a drivers license
Hello, (Hi) you walking?
(No) Farewell, (oh) I'm off then
And I'm whipping through the city
With a 40 and a 50
Party popping on my wheely

Good God
My mother tells me I should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
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

done

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