Well it starts as a joke, like a stick in the smoke, so removing the bolt from the brains
Then the bicycle flips, crushing ribs, smashing hips and he broke every bone in his face
Then you're out of control and you can't fill a hole that was left by the thrill of the chase You're a right peice of work, all the flakes go beserk, have you forgotten how good they taste?
You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me And I don't mind if you're unkind you're reminding me of me
As the bicycle race gathers speed, gathers pace, and you feel that your going too fast Theres a word to the wise, you should take some advice, cause the nice guys always finish last
You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me And I don't mind if you're unkind you're reminding me of me
You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me And heads will roll as it takes its toll on you and me
Compositores: Andrew Robert White (Andrew White) (PRS), Charles Richard Wilson (Ricky Wilson) (PRS), James Simon Rix (PRS), Nicholas James David Hodgson (PRS), Nicholas Matthew Baines (PRS)Editor: Rondor Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #1996250 em 02/Abr/2024