| Up until now my ideas have been latent
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| The cycling world will never be the same
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| But come first light I’ll be taking out a patent
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| And from that day
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| If a bike be found lying on the ground again
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| I’m not to blame
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| Bolted down by the back wheel, activated by the heel
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| What chicken laid the egg from whence inside an idea hatches?
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| From prototype to production lines to the first one hundred batches
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| I will do for parking bikes what anchors did for sailing
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| There’s handle bars for steering and there’s tyre tread for traction
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| A tiny bell for friends you pass and greet
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| But when they add my ingenious contraption
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| Mouths will fall
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| And eyebrows will rise and staring eyes will meet
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| The bike complete
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| Bolted down by the back wheel, activated by the heel
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| There’ll be articles in newspapers and dinners at the town hall
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| My first cheque’s for a thousand bucks, now that’s one spicy meatball
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| But all the fame and fortune in the world will not compare
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| To the joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| Spring
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| Now bikes around the world can stand alone without their owners
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| And I can get some cash on the side but that’s just a bonus
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| When underneath their helmets I will see their smiling faces
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| What joy it’ll bring, piece of metal and a spring
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| Piece of metal and a spring |