My white bicycle, my white bicycle
Riding all around the street
Four o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late
Moving fast everything looks great.
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him
Then I kick over his garbage bin
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air
My white bicycle
lead:
Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
He'll find some charge but it's not thievin'
Lamp-post hangs its head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness we still speed
My white bicycle and me
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
(Burgess/West)
Getaway Music
copyright 1975 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd
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