Nothing ever compares to the way you feel…

When you pedal your bike, to move the wheel…

With the wind in my hair, and a smile on my face…

See, can I everything and go can I, anyplace.

Good old days were they, in black and white…

Where the days were long and cycles, a common sight.

Young and carefree, me and my mates roll along,

Checking out the girls, or just singing a song…

Life was simple and the smiles were true,

The same old jokes always seemed new…

Now I am all grown up, and would rather take a hike…

But I still have, and always will treasure my own, little bike…!