Well it starts as a joke
Like a stick in the spokes
Or removing a bolt from the brakes

Then a 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 bycicle 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