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