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Thread #28927 Message #4221995
Posted By: Jim Dixon
03-May-25 - 08:09 PM
Thread Name: ADD: Various Bicycle Songs
Subject: Lyr Add: THE DAY I RODE TO BRIGHTON ON MY BIKE
My transcription from the recording at the Internet Archive. There are a few words or phrases that I couldn’t decipher, indicated by ellipses.
THE DAY I RODE TO BRIGHTON ON MY BIKE (Gifford & Cliff) As recorded by Tessie O'Shea with Her Banjulele and Orchestra, on Parlophone A7233 [date unknown].
My doctor said to me: “You’re stout, you must agree. I’d get some weight off quick if I were you.” I said: “OK, old sport.” So a bicycle I bought, And a good day’s pedallin’ I meant to do.
And on the day I rode to Brighton on my bicycle to get some exercise, I meant to take off weight, Flew at a fearful rate, Mixed up … someone’s garden gate. I kept … havin’ spills, Rode backward up the hills, And goodness knows what I looked like! Then something went wrong with the works; the thing I couldn’t steer. A horse policeman rushed in front to keep the traffic clear. They caught me in a … , On the day I rode to Brighton on my bike.
On the day I rode to Brighton on my bicycle to get some exercise, With a torn and dusty dress, I was in such a mess. Some … shouted: “Rummy! It’s the monster from Loch Ness!” ... both the wheels were bent. In diff’rent ways they went, And goodness knows what I looked like! I found myself beneath the bike instead of on the top. The colored signal lights … made me stop, And then I found I’d stuck an hour outside a chemist’s shop On the day I rode to Brighton on my bike.
Ee! I … road. When up one hill I rode, It kept on getting harder ev’ry mile. I thought that I should drop, And when I reached the top, I found I’d had the brake on all the while.
And on the day I rode to Brighton on my bicycle to get some exercise, I dashed on through the gales, Up hill and down the dales. I must have ridden all round England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales. All through the towns I flew, And through shop windows too, And goodness knows what I looked like! A fellow with a camera a dirty action did: He snapped me just as I was fallin’ off all through a skid, And some chap went and bought the photograph for half a quid, On the day I rode to Brighton on my bike.