My Bike

There’s just on thing that I love more than anything; I hold it so near to heart,
It has just one gear, and a pair of blue training wheels; a headlight to see in the dark.

I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes,
I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes.

It has pinwheels and a purple banana seat, loud cards in the spokes as they bend,
It has a big horn that I honk when you’re in my way, so I don’t run over my friends.

I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes,
I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes.

I ride my bike to the girl that I like, and she looks at me and my bike,
A tear fills her eye, as she’s filled with great pride when I ask her to take a ride.

Me and my girl, we run all over town on it; my guide is the street and the sun,
We stop for a shake, I pretend we’ll share all of it…when I hit the eject button.

I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes,
I like my bike, it’s not like other bikes.

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