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 its toll
On you and me