Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. - The Bike Song

Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. - The Bike Song Lyric

I run around town, around round the town
With the pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever
I run around town, around round the town
With the pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever
I run around town, around round the town
With the pedal to the metal
The pedal to whatever
I run around town, around round the town
With the pedal to the me
The pedal to whatever

Shootin' round these tricky bends
I hear a conversation in my head
Thinkin' of the place to be
I sing a little melody instead
I won't argue with myself,
Today my legs are gettin' some help.
My mama tells me I should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up,
Having kids and paying rent
And I'm getting count of it all

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Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home
Gonna ride my bike until I get home

Thinking 'bout the girl I met,
A phone call that I haven't made yet.
All the things I've done this week,
And all the things I should've done instead.
I sweep the pavements and the parks,
I hope I get home before its dark

My mama tells me I should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up, having kids and paying rent
And I'm getting count of it all

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I can't understand it, but I can't really stand them
Girls love cars, cars cause harm to the planet
Don't you wanna take a joyride on my tandem
Humming on a huffy, don't I look so handsome
Bass to bikes there so nice there priceless
Working on my calves, the triceps to biceps,
Bypass the gas stop at traffic lights
I get a round round without a driver's license
Hello (hello) you walking, (farewell) farewell I'm off then
And I'm whipping through the city
With a forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie

My mama tells me I should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that I roll
And everybody's growing up,
Having kids and paying rent
And I'm getting count of it all

[Chorus]

And I'm whipping through the city
With forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie

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