Fat man slouched over the bench laughs at my transportation

Every time I drive by him he fills with jubilation

He's laughing at my tires he's laughing at my horn

And the cards in my spokes

If I had time I'd tell him my story so he knows I'm not a hoax

Like this:

My car is shot it hasn't moved an inch since 1995

So my friends and I did not have much you could

Call a social life

We got sick of walking, sick of hitching, sick of taking hikes

So we didn't buy a car or a minivan -- we all bought bikes

Geeks on bikes, geeks on bikes (ad nauseum)

I'm up at dawn to call my friends to relay the day's big plans

& before you know it our helmets are on

Our gloves are on our hands

We drive down main to the dairy queen -- always in single file

And the fun piles up behind us yeah -- mile after mile

[chorus]

I always drive my bike safely with mirrors

And when it's dirty I was it with tears
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Geeks On Bikes Lyrics

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