Am  G#  Am  G#  (x7) 
 
Am                               Bb 
Well it starts as a joke like a stick in the spokes 
                             Am 
Or removing the bolt on the brakes 
Am                               Bb 
Then the bicycle flips crushing ribs smashing hips 
                                Am 
And he broke every bone in his face 
 
Am  G#  Am  G#  (x2) 
 
Am                                  Bb 
Then you're out of control and you can't fill the hole 
                                    Am 
That was left by the thrill of the chase 
Am                                    Bb 
You're a right piece of work all the flakes go berserk 
                                  Am 
Have you forgotten how good they taste 
 
Am  E  Am  E  Am 
 
       F                        C                        Em                  Am 
You're my kind of guy, cause I like your style, and you sound as horrible as me 
    F                 C                      Em 
And I don't mind if you're unkind, you're reminding me of me 
 
Am  G#  Am  G#  (x4) 
 
Am                           Bb 
As the bicycle race gathers speed, gathers pace 
                                    Am 
And you feel that you're going too fast 
Am                                     Bb 
Theres a word to the wise, you should take some advice 
                                Am 
As the nice guys always finish last 
 
Am  E  Am  E  Am 
 
       F                        C                        Em                 Am 
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