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Intro: A, G#, A, G#
Well it staArts as a joke Like a stiBck in your spokes Or removing the bolt of the braAkes
Then the biAcycle flips Crushing riBbs smashing hips And he broke every bone in his faAce
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Then you're Aout of control And you caBn't fill the hole That was left by the thrill of the chaAse
You're a rigAht piece of work All the flaBkes go berserk Have you forgotten how good they taAste
You're Fmy kind of guy Cos I liCke your style And you souEnd as horrible as mAme And I don't miFnd if you're unCkind YouE're reminding me of me
AAs the bicycle race Gathers speBed, gathers pace And you feel that you're going too faAst
There's a woArd to the wise You shouBld take some advice Cos the nice guys always finish laAst
You're Fmy kind of guy Cos I liCke your style And you souEnd as horrible as mAme And I don't miFnd if you're unCkind YouE're reminding me of me
You're Fmy kind of guy Cos I liCke your style And you souEnd as horrible as mAme And I don't miFnd if you're unCkind YouE're reminding me of me