Old Bike - Rob Cantor

Old bike

Rode it my whole life

Wonder if I might beat that old bike to the grave

Moon bright

Gliding down hillsides

Haze off a porch light flickers and catches my gaze

On my bicycle (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)

Rolling along

On my bicycle (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)

Singing my song

On my bicycle ride, hoping you’ll come along

Warm night

Riding my soul bike

Doesn’t quite roll right but it gets me where I need to be

There is no guide

Life is a slow ride

If you got an old bike come ride around here with me

On our bicycles (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)

Hands in the air

On our bicycles (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)

Driving with care

On our bicycle ride

Everyone’s at it alone sometimes

But it’s better to have a companion ride

Everyone’s Saturday night goes wrong sometimes

Along the ride (Along the ride)

Busted and rickety olden bike

Busted and missing a bolt or five

Holding together as long as I’m alive

Along the ride (Along the ride)

Ladies and gentlemen I despise (Oooh, despise)

Leave 'em alone as I drive on by (Alone! As I drive on by)

Never imagined it quite so divine to glide

Along the ride

(Oh yeah! It’s the end of the song!)