Intro: AG#AG#
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
AG#AG#
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 mAmie
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 mAmie
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 mAmie
And I don\'t miFnd if you\'re unCkind
YouE\'re reminding me of me
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