Cracker

I Ride My Bike

And I ride my bike

And I drive my car

I drive it all around just to take me back to you

And I comb my hair

And I wear a dress

I wear it all around just to take me back to you

I ride my bike, take me back to you

I drive my car, take me back to you

I ride my bike, I drive my car, take me to you

And I ride my bike

And I drive my car

I drive it all around just to take me back to you

And I comb my hair

And I wear a dress

I wear it all around just to take me back to you

I ride my bike, take me back to you

I drive my car, take me back to you

I ride my bike, I drive my car, take me to you

This is a story about a dog, a dog

When I ride my bike

And my hair is blowing straight back

I think of you wearing that brown mohair sweater

Soft mounds of breasts underneath

Or better yet one of those squiggly aluminum lawn chairs

I'm putting sun tan lotion on your long legs

Wearing a broad rim straw hat

Pair of Mickey mouse sunglasses

Looking just like lolita

White sheets hanging on the line

White sheets blowing in the wind

A satellite dish pointed straight up at the heavens

A satellite dish pointing straight up at the heavens

Isis! (Isis) (Isis)

Isis Isis Isis Isis

Oh yeah!

I ride my bike, I drive my car, take me to you