Well it starts as a joke,
like a stick in the smoke,
so removing the bolt from the brains

Then the 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 a hole
that was left by the thrill of the chase
You're a right peice of work,
all the flakes go beserk,
have you forgotten how good they taste?

You're my kind of guy cause 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 bicycle race
gathers speed, gathers pace,
and you feel that your going too fast
Theres a word to the wise,
you should take some advice,
cause the nice guys always finish last

You're my kind of guy cause 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 cause I like your style
and you sound as horrible as me
And heads will roll as it takes
its toll on you and me