Bingo!Geeks On Bikes

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 © 2019