Like a stick in your spokes
Or removing the bolt of the brakes
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 the hole
That was left by the thrill of the chase
You're a right piece of work
All the flakes go berserk
Have you forgotten how good they taste
You're my kind of guy
Cos 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 you're going too fast
There's a word to the wise
You should take some advice
Cos the nice guys always finish last
You're my kind of guy
Cos 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
Cos I like your style
And you sound as horrible as me
And heads will roll
As it takes it's toll
On you and me
Well it starts as a joke Like a stick in your spokes Or removing the bolt of the brakes 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 the hole That was left by the thrill of the chase You're a right piece of work All the flakes go berserk Have you forgotten how good they taste You're my kind of guy Cos 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 you're going too fast There's a word to the wise You should take some advice Cos the nice guys always finish last You're my kind of guy Cos 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 Cos I like your style And you sound as horrible as me And heads will roll As it takes it's toll On you and me Explain Request ×
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