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Correct The Bike Song Lyrics
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Correct The Bike Song
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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 [Chorus] 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 [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 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 [Chorus] And I'm whipping through the city With forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie [Chorus]
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