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Subject: lyrics for the 'bicycle song' From: GUEST,Lisa Date: 24 Dec 00 - 02:35 PM Hi! I'm hoping someone out there can help me with the lyrics to a song. It's about a guy who's riding his bicycle and his chain breaks and then several verses follow with other mishaps, etc. I don't know the name of it and I can't remember any complete lines from it, but if any of you know this song I would appreciate your help! Thanks, Lisa |
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Subject: RE: lyrics for the 'bicycle song' From: Lin in Kansas Date: 24 Dec 00 - 04:56 PM From Lin's lesser half John in Kansas: I'm bootlegging her connection, which she left carelessly turned on. Please don't blame her. I think that the song you are looking for was a '50s era Homer and Jethro parody - of a 'truck driver' parody of "The Wreck of Old '97." The trucker song may have been "Lickskillet Pass," which was popular about the same time? The tune is roughly the one used by the Kingston Trio's "M.T.A." The only lines I can partially remember are something about: Goin' down the hill doin' 90 miles an hour, when the chain on my/his? bicycle broke And one something like: Tried to slow it down with a foot on the tire but ... toes got tangled up with the spokes. Fun song, but - the memories one of the first to go...
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Subject: RE: lyrics for the 'bicycle song' From: GUEST,Arkie Date: 24 Dec 00 - 06:46 PM Can only sort of remember one verse.
"I was goin' round a curve doin' 30 miles an hour |
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Subject: RE: lyrics for the 'bicycle song' From: rangeroger Date: 24 Dec 00 - 08:40 PM The words I remember were: She was coming down the mountain doing 90 miles an hour When the chain on her bicycle broke She landed in the grass with a sprocket up her ass And her left tit punctured by a spoke. rr |
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Subject: RE: lyrics for the 'bicycle song' From: GUEST,Gene Date: 24 Dec 00 - 10:12 PM or the GEEZINSLAW BROTHERS, SAM and SON..... |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,djukkestad@yahoo.com Date: 21 Nov 05 - 03:37 PM I'm also trying to find the rest, but what I remember goes like this: I was going down the mountain 'bout 90 miles and hour when the chain on my bicycle broke, I was cut all over by the rocks and the gravel, and prickled to death by the spokes, Now I aint weepin,' I aint cryin' just lying here dyin' with the handle bars stuck down my throat, with the back tire for a necktie and the front tire for a belt.... (that's where the memory stops). |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Louie Roy Date: 21 Nov 05 - 10:19 PM I'm trying to download this song right now and hopefully I'll have it by morning.Louie Roy |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BICYCLE SONG (Uncle Andy) From: Peace Date: 21 Nov 05 - 10:24 PM Words and chords here. from ^^ www.chordie.com/allsongs.php/songtitle/ The+Bicycle+Song/songartist/Uncle+Andy/ THE BICYCLE SONG Uncle Andy G C |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 28 Aug 06 - 11:00 AM ...with the handlebars a-sticking down my throat I had the front wheel for a nectie and the back wheel for a belt I was wearing the fender for a coat |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BICYCLE SONG From: GUEST Date: 28 Aug 06 - 03:00 PM Traditional version as sung by the late Tom Lenihan of County Clare ^^ THE BICYCLE SONG 1. You talk about having a bicycle hump, I got a bicycle pip. I bought a beautiful safety one; And on my very first trip, I ran right in to an old, old woman, I nearly mangled a kid. The crowd all gathered around me, And what do you think they did? Chorus They first took hold of my handlebars, They twisted my diamond frame. They pulled out the end of the patent valve And it never will look the same. They burst my bearings, they bent my fork, Somebody smashed my chain. They took all the wind from my inner tube And I never will ride again. 2. They told me my saddle was puncture-proof, They pulled out the wick of my lamp. They started in trying to ring the bell, And my gear-wheel got a cramp. I started in trying to stop my bell, The pump went into a drain. They took all the oil from my oil can And I'm damned if I'll ride again! Chorus 3. They bored a hole through my Dunlop tyre, They smashed my detachable brake, They stuck a spanner between the spokes And my squeaker they tried to take. They spoiled the shape of my rustless wrench, My pump went into a drain, They took all the oil from my oilcan And I'm damned if I'll ride again. Chorus Best, Jim Carroll |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,hermie Date: 30 Aug 06 - 04:09 PM I was just thinking-If you sang this song to a crowd of under-thirty-year-olds they wouldn't understand the big deal of a broken chain. "Just put on the brakes!" they'd say. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 30 Aug 06 - 05:18 PM At a talk we were giving to a class of senior schoolchildren we played a recording of the bawdy song 'The Half Crown'; none of them knew what a half Crown was. Jim Carroll |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LET'S HAVE A RIDE ON YOUR BICYCLE From: Rusty Dobro Date: 31 Aug 06 - 02:44 PM And from the Music Halls: ^^ LET'S HAVE A RIDE ON YOUR BICYCLE When I was a lad, I was bicycle-mad, I rode in between motor cars. But make no mistake, I could put on the brake Without touching my handlebars. But I gave up biking, went hiking instead, To a girl on a bike in the country I said, Ch: Let's have a ride on your bicycle, Let's have a ride on your bike, She put her bicycle under a tree, I think that girl took a fancy to me, She said to me as we both sat down, 'Tell me, what would you like?' I said, 'My dear, if there's nobody near, I'd like ride on your bike! Ch: After the ride I began to perspire, It wasn't the ride, I'd been pumping her tyre. I said to her as she rode away, 'Come back whenever you like, But don't tell your husband when you get back home, I've had a ride on your bike!' |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 13 Sep 06 - 08:07 PM She was goin down the hill doin 90 miles an hour when the chain on her bicycle broke she was laying in the grass with the peddles up her ass and her titties playing dixie on the spokes |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: dick greenhaus Date: 13 Sep 06 - 08:19 PM On the theory that sometimes intimation is better thab forthrightness.. "She was found in the pass With a sprocket in her pocket She was tickled to death by a spoke." ca 1950 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Pooleside Date: 06 Nov 06 - 06:56 PM Here's what I remember- She was coming' down the mountain Doin' 90 miles an hour When her coaster brake broke Now she's layin' in the grass With a kickstand up her ass And her tits a' playin' Dixie on the spokes. (see, that "coaster brake" spells it out a bit for the youngsters, but I actually like the chain line better. I'm surprised no one else heard the "kickstand" line, actually. I can see the use of sprocket/pocket to clean it up) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Merv B in NZ Date: 11 Dec 07 - 04:22 PM The words required are from the song "The Bicycle Wreck" by the Jacoby Brothers. (also a 'new' album by Wade Jacoby - Bicycle Wreck). I'm trying to find the lyrics too - not much joy though. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE (Banjo Paterson) From: Rowan Date: 11 Dec 07 - 07:41 PM And, via Dale Rose (0.8912 - Thread - Message - RE: Help: Oz: Mulga Bill's Bicycle Band - Jan 7 2001 8:14PM). we have ^^ MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson, 1864-1941 First published in The Sydney Mail, 25 July 1896 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride, The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?" "See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea, From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me. I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows, Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows. But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight; Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight. There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel, There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel, But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight: I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight." 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode, That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road. He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek. It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek. 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore: He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before; I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet, But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet. I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve. It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still; A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill." Cheers, Rowan |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Flash Company Date: 12 Dec 07 - 05:05 AM Introduced as 'One for the ladies'
And a bell what gives warning to you, An old fashioned saddle that I used to straddle, When the toil of the long day was through, It had no Dunlop tyres, it just rolled on the rims, But there's something what makes it divine, Oa a cobble-stoned hill you can get quite a thrill, On an old fashioned Pushbike like mine! FC |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Jeff Date: 12 Dec 07 - 04:26 PM As a cyclist/songwriter I'd like to thank Rowen for taking the time to post the words to 'Mulga Bill's Bicycle'. I wrote them down by hand and am determined to commit it to memory. It's very funny. Kind of like Shel Silverstein's 'Ba-Ba Fats', but about cycling...and the moral is...Lot's of irony and still relevant in this age of carbon fiber/titanium 5000.00US 7 kilo, super-aero, blah, blah, blah...when all is said and done we're just geeks on bikes. Lance is Lance and we're not. :-) The publishing/writer info is important as I can give credit where credit is due. Thanks again, Rowen. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,BillZ Date: 31 Dec 07 - 09:44 AM I recall one song, probably from the 60's, maybe earlier, that started "I was goin' round the corner goin' 90 miles an hour when the chain on my bicycle broke. I flew like a rocket with a sprocket in my pocket and now...". That's as far as I remember it. I'd like to know the rest of it also. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: topical tom Date: 31 Dec 07 - 11:21 AM I realize this is not the song you were seeking but it is reminiscent of Arlo Guthrie's "Motorcycle Song": here |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Dylan Date: 31 Dec 07 - 02:38 PM She was comin' 'round the mountain doin' 90 when the chain on hey motorcycle broke She slid through the grass with a muffler up her ass and her tits were playin' Dixie on the spokes It's in the sampler song on my myspace band page if ya wanna hear how we did it, chipmunk style. http://www.myspace.com/thechipmonksband |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE GOL-DARNED WHEEL (from Lomax) From: dick greenhaus Date: 31 Dec 07 - 03:35 PM THE GOL-DARNED WHEEL I can take the wildest bronco in the tough old woolly West; I can ride him, I can break him, let him do his level best. I can handle any cattle ever wore a coat of hair, And I've had a lively tussle with a tarnal grizzly bear. I can rope and throw the longhorn of the wildest Texas brand And in Indian disagreements I can play a leading hand, But at last I got my master and he surely made me squeal When the boys got me astraddle of that gol-darned wheel. It was at the Eagle Ranch, on the Brazos, when I fust Found that darned contrivance that upset me in the dust. A tenderfoot had brought it, he was wheeling all the way From the sunrise end of freedom out to San Francisco Bay. He tied up at the ranch for to get outside a meal, Never thinkin' we would monkey with his gol-darned wheel Arizona Jim begun it when he said to Jack McGill There was fellows forced to limit bragging on their riding skill And he'd venture the admission the same fellow that he meant Was a very handy cutter far as riding broncos went; But he would find that he was bucking 'gainst a different kind of deal If he threw his leather leggins 'gainst a gol-darned wheel. Such a slam against my talent made me hotter than a mink And I vowed that I would ride it for amusement or for chink. And it was nothing but a plaything for the kids and such about, And they'd have their ideas shattered if they'd lead the critter out. They held it while I mounted and gave the word to go; The shove they gave to start me warn't unreasonably slow. But I never spilled a cuss word and I never spilled a squeal- I was building reputation on that gol-darned wheel. Holy Moses and the Prophets, how we split the Texas air, And the wind it made whip-crackers of my same old canthy hair, And I sorta comprehended as down the hill we went There was bound to be a smash-up that I couldn't well prevent. Oh, how them punchers bawled, "Stay with her, Uncle Bill! Stick your spurs in her, you sucker! Turn her muzzle up the hills!" But I never made an answer, I just let the cusses squeal, I was finding reputation on that gol-darned wheel. The grade was mighty sloping from the ranch down to the creek, And I went a-galliflutin' like a crazy lightning streak- Went whizzing and a-darting first this way and then that, The darned contrivance sort o' wabbling like the flying of a bat. I pulled upon the handles, but I couldn't check it up; And I yanked and sawed and hollered but the darned thing wouldn't stop Then a sort of a meachin' in my brain began to steal That the devil held a mortgage on that gol-darned wheel. I've a sort of dim and hazy remembrance of the stop, With the world a-goin' 'round and the stars all tangled up; Then there came an intermission that lasted till I found I was lying at the ranch with the boys all gathered round, And the doctor was a-sewing on the skin where it was ripped, And old Arizona whispered, "Well, old boy, I guess you're whipped." And I told him I was busted from sombrero down to heel, And he grinned and said, "You ought to see that gol-darned wheel" From Cowboy songs, Lomax @cowboy @contest filename[ GDWHEEL |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BICYCLE WRECK (Boy Jacoby) From: GUEST Date: 07 Feb 08 - 12:03 AM THE BICYCLE WRECK (Boy Jacoby) Refrain: I was goin' round a curve doing ninety miles an hour When the chain on my bicycle broke I was skinned all over by the rocks and the gravel And was punctured to death by the spokes Verse. You've heard of accidents with hotrods, motorcycles and airplanes But the accident I had would take the cake My foot slipped off the peddle, my toe caught in the chain Therefore I couldn't even hit the brake Lead break: Mandolin, fiddle Refrain: I'm not braggin' I'm not lyin', I'm just layin' here a-dyin' With these handlebars sticking down my throat I've got the front wheel for a necktie, a back wheel for a belt And I'm wearing the fenders for a coat Lead Break, fiddle, mandolin Refrain and out. Interesting to see some variations on my dad's old tune. The song was a parody of "The Wreck of the Old Ninety Seven". He and my uncle released this back in the early fifties on the TNT label. It was very popular around here. I'm Wade Jacoby, son of Boy Jacoby, the author and artist of "The Bicycle Wreck". |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Peace Date: 07 Feb 08 - 04:28 PM Good to meet you, Wade. Great song. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Gene Date: 08 Feb 08 - 12:26 AM Dug up this old Mudcat post.... Subject: RE: Back of Bus Songs From: Bat Goddess - PM Date: 04 Dec 04 - 08:19 PM Oh yeah, bottles of beer on the wall. But how about -- I was cruising down the highway Going ninety miles an hour When the chain on my bicycle broke. I was thrown in the ditch While listening to Mitch *[dates this to US, c. 1950s-60s -- "Sing Along with Mitch Miller] With my teeth playing "Dixie" on the spokes. Linn |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,wade Date: 14 Feb 08 - 04:38 AM The doctor demento show used to play this alot on Kmet 94.7 fm in los angeles once in a while. in the late seventies. I had lost the tapes I made when I was a kid to a girlfriend, I sang it for my father, he remembered it and he new some of the less tounge and cheek versions, cracked me up. I for some reason always miss the lines "my foot slipped off the pedal and my toe caught in the chain". It is kinda funny too because I remember goin down christy street once with my big toe caught in the chain on my sisters "big bike" when I had first learned to ride. good times, still have the scars. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Martin Edmonds Date: 05 Mar 08 - 06:14 PM I too have been searching for this song. I believe it is a Music Hall song and indeed that is the reason I am trying to find it. The version I remember is the one quoted by Rusty Dobro Aug 2006. Only I have some more to add some more as incomplete as it is. A farmer who has fathered many children is responding to a question by a neighbour Now you've got all your kids And I can't get one. Won't you please tell to me, Won't you say how it's done? I gets up at six when I hear the alarm And after I've milked all the cows on the farm. I go for a ride on my bicycle I get around on my bike... .... |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Chris Date: 17 Mar 08 - 09:49 PM Dylan that's the one I know!! Too funny! That was about 30 years ago! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: topical tom Date: 18 Mar 08 - 02:23 PM Just had to slip this in here, my favourite cycle song 1952 Vincent Black Lightning |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 19 Dec 08 - 03:13 PM my dad told me thta song not long ago.... what i know is she was going round the mountain doing 90 when the chain on the motorcyle broke, she was sliding through the glass with the miffler up her and her tits were playin dixie on the spokes.. there are other verses but there are too many to fit in here |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,The R3Al S()l[)i3r B0y Date: 24 Jan 09 - 09:01 PM she was going down the road doing 90 miles an hour when the chain on her bicycle broke she slipped in the grass the sprocket up her ass and her boobs played dixie on the spokes. Thats all i remember |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 13 Feb 09 - 11:58 AM Well I was comin' 'round the corner makin' 90 miles an hour when the chain on my bicycle broke...I was layin' in the grass with a sprocket up my ass and my balls was danglin' in the spokes |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,confederatecolonel Date: 18 Feb 09 - 11:27 PM The song I remember from my childhood went like this: "I was ridin' down the road, doing 90 miles an hour, when the chain on my bicycle broke. I landed in the grass, with a sprocket up my ass, And my dick playing dixie on the spokes. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Joe Offer Date: 19 Feb 09 - 02:38 AM I heard a version of the above parodies about forty-five years ago, when I was doing long-distance bicycling; but I don't remember it. It was similar, and the "sprocket up the ass" stuck in my mind as an experience I would not like to have. I added the title and attribution to the Guest post of the lyrics to "Bicycle Wreck." At http://www.cowboylyrics.com, the song is called "Bicycle Song." Other sources say the song was recorded by the Jacoby Brothers and by "Uncle Andy." I gather that the Jacoby Brothers and Uncle Andy recorded the song in the late 1950's, and I heard the parodies just a few years later. The Harry Fox Agency has a song titled "Bicycle Wreck" attributed to Hoyt Axton - anybody have lyrics for that one? -Joe- |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 01 Mar 09 - 06:32 PM Sung to tune of wreck of old 49?? (a train song) He was going down the road, doing 90 miles per hour when the chain on his bicycle broke well he fell in the grass with the sprocket up his "arse" and he was tickled to death by the spokes. Sung to me for years by my father, Zane E. Hoffman, Bloomsburg, PA |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Isidor Date: 12 Mar 09 - 11:42 AM She was coming round the mountain Doing about 90 When the chain on her motorcycle broke. They found her in the grass With a muffler up her ass And her tits playing dixie on the spokes. Well, her tits were as pink As a rooster's dink And her hair was horseshit brown... That's all I remember. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Thrasher Date: 15 Mar 09 - 02:10 PM I was goin down the hill about 90 miles per hour when suddenly the bicycle chain broke! I went flying though the grass with a sprocket up my ass and tickled to death by the spokes (or playing Dixie with my teeth on the spokes) i remember a few different endings to this one... |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,maouse Date: 15 Mar 09 - 06:07 PM http://cdbaby.com/cd/wadejacoby There's where you can hear a bit of it and buy the CD. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Mrrzy Date: 15 Mar 09 - 06:35 PM There is a great French song about a bicycle, with the innuendos all over the place, like when his tire goes flat... I'll see if I can find the lyrics anywhere, I don't know it by heart. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: À BICYCLETTE (André Bourvil, 1947) From: Mrrzy Date: 15 Mar 09 - 07:02 PM OK, it's Bourvil: Je m'en allais chercher des oies Du côté de Fouilly les oies, A bicyclette. Soudain, qui vois-je devant moi ? Un' belle fille au frais minois A bicyclette. En arrivant à sa hauteur, J'y fais un sourire enchanteur, A bicyclette. Ell' rit aussi, On parle alors Et ell' me dit dans nos transports, A bicyclette : "Est-c' que vous et's coureur ? - Non j'ne suis pas coureur. - Ah ! c'que vous et's menteur ! - Moi, je suis balayeur. - Avez-vous fait le tour ? - Tour de France, Non mais j'ai fait des tours, Des détours des contours Et même d'autres tours... "Des tours de quoi ?", qu'em dit. - Des tours d'vélo pardi ! - Vous êtes un blagueur. Ah ! c'que vous et's coureur ! {Parlé:} Vous parlez d'un raisonnement. Pfé! Dans les champs chantaient les grillons, Le soleil dardait ses rayons De bicyclette. Ell' voulait que je chante un brin, Mais à cela j'ai mis un frein De bicyclette. Près d'un tournant y avait un bois Où l'on se dirigea, ma foi, A bicyclette. Mais comme ell' roulait près de moi Voilà qu'em'fait presqu'a mi-voix, A bicyclette. - Ah ! c'que vous et's coureur! - Moi... j'ne suis pas coureur. - Ah ! c'que vous et's menteur ! - Moi, je suis balayeur. - Vous savez fair' la cour ! - Oui, j'y réponds, car pour Ce qui est de fair' la cour, Je la fais chaque jour. - La cour à qui ? qu'em' dit. - La cour d'la ferm' pardi! - Vous êtes un blagueur. - Ah ! C'que vous et's coureur ! {Parlé:} Vous parlez d'un raisonnement. Y fallait pas qu'elle soit intelligente pour toujours dire ça. Enfin ! Dans l'bois, j'y disais "Voyez donc, Sans boussole nous nous guidons" De bicyclette. Mais ell' répétait, pleine d'ardeur, Que j'étais un coureur coureur A bicyclette. Je l'étais pas, ça c'est couru, Mais alors, je le suis devenu A bicyclette. Et comme je courais vers le but Voilà qu'em fait comm'au début, A bicyclette - Ah ! c'que vous et's coureur ! - Moi... j'ne suis pas coureur. - Ah ! c'que vous et's menteur ! - Moi je suis balayeur. J'y redis en courant, Car j'continuais d'courir Vers l'but à conquerir (Vous êtes au courant) Moi a forc' de courir, Parcourir, discourir, L'vélo s'est dégonflé Et j'suis pas arrivé. {Parlé:} Moralité : Rien ne sert de courir. Il faut partir à point... Comme l'a si bien dit la F.... La F..... la tortue. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Jon Dudley Date: 16 Mar 09 - 01:58 PM Coming a little late to this thread I see my own unasked question was wonderfully and completely answered by one 'Rusty Dobro' back in August 2006! Whilst working for the illustrious firm of J.Murphy, Cable Contractors of Store Street, London back in 1973, one of my navvy colleagues, an Irish fellow rejoicing under the name of 'Tip' Delaney would suddenly, and for no imaginable reason save for the joy of being alive, break into the song "When I was a lad I was bicycle mad, I would ride between motorcars, and make no mistake I would put on the brake, without touching the handlebars". I urged him to sing more but that was all he could remember. I never discovered the rest of the lyrics, not, that is until now. What a resource this is! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,J Date: 06 May 09 - 11:20 AM Lerot Troy sang it: I was comin' 'round the mountain, makin' 90 miles an hour when the chain on my bicycle broke I was cut all over by the rocks and the gravel, and prickled to death by the spokes |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST Date: 25 Nov 09 - 04:30 PM LOL I can't believe this song exists!! About 20 yrs ago, a bunch of my cousins sang this song. I had no idea where is came from..they were just singin' it and laughing and I thought is was a joke. And, 20 years later I still remember it. So, here's my very short version...because that's all that I heard them singing. "Going down the highway 90 miles an hour, when the chain on the motorcycle broke. He was found in the grass with the muffler up his ass... lol.. I always wanted to know the rest of the song. :) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: Rasener Date: 25 Nov 09 - 04:58 PM I remember this one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzzDtrbgBVo |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,Reesa Date: 06 Dec 09 - 04:16 PM however, i remember the motorcycle version, and a muffler up her ass. my dad used to sing it to us when we were little! haha http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxfUh4PKyV4 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,64 yr old Australian (female) Date: 11 Jan 10 - 05:23 AM for some reason this song has been zinging in my head, I think my old dad used to sing it...isnt it funny how small things unite us :) I was goin' round a corner doing ninety miles an hour When the chain on my bicycle broke I was skinned all over by the rocks and the gravel And was punctured to death by the spokes You've heard of accidents with hotrods, motorcycles and airplanes But the accident I had would take the cake My foot slipped off the peddle, my toe caught in the chain And I couldn't even hit the brake I'm not braggin I'm not lyin, I'm just layin here a dyin With these handlebars sticking down my throat I've got the front wheel for a necktie, a backwheel for a belt And I'm wearing the fenders for a coat |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Bicycle Song From: GUEST,bikerchuck Date: 23 Jan 10 - 03:54 PM you can find the song on myspace music under bicycle wreck |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BIKE (Syd Barrett / Pink Floyd) From: RTim Date: 23 Jan 10 - 04:23 PM Then there is the Pink Floyd song From Album: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Bike (Barrett) 3:22 I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings And things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a cloak it's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a room full of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work. Tim Radford |
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