| I went riding on my bike
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| With a spanner, pump, back and front light
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| That’s all I need to ride in
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| A marathon I’m entering
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| I’m raising for a charity
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| Sponsors come running to me
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| I’ve learnt to cut that yellow line
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| And park my bike there at any time
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| The minute money for the meter men
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| The road tax up-to-date today
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| The petrol pumps been blown sky high
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| My MOT now a far cry
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| I got a birthday just last week
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| But you’re not silly, believe in me
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| We sold our car to skip the fight
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| A pound I found I couldn’t find
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| Oh no, you don’t fool Maurice
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| I’ve had my fill of petrol fumes
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| Attached myself to big balloons
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| And pumped them full of precious air
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| The traffic jam looks with despair
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| I’ve ridden for your charity
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| And on my bike I long to see
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| Pedal-pushers at a mellow pace
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| With directions simple to trace
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| I hope we get that extra change
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| Improve that child’s broken wing
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| I’ve learned to ride your yellow line
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| And park my bike there any time
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| The minute money for the meter men
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| The bike tax up-to-date today
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| I’ve been riding treetop high
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| My insurance is by the by
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| The minute money for the meter
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| The petrol pumps been blown sky high |