I ride my bicycle to work each day   It's not so far   It's better for me than my car.   I wear a helmet that is made of   Rigid Styrofoam   Inspected by a French guy named Guillaume.   I downshift my Shimanno gears   I pedal hard and I'm out of here   Glad I am that the coast is clear   Glad I am to be   My bicycle and me.      Some Saturdays at six a.m. I get up   With Bill and Flo   In the parking lot of Ho Jo's west of town   We ride light bikes that cost big bucks   We curse at smelly trucks   Mile after mile 'til the sun is almost down.   What a ride, what a life   Maybe I'm crazy, don't ask my wife   I've been in love with these spinning wheels   Since I was maybe three   My bicycle and me.      Pedal that bike, pedal that bike   Don't open that door 'til I go by.      Pedal that bike, pedal that bike   That little old lady in the Dodge Diplomat   I don't think she sees me   I hope she don't teach me how to fly.      I wear Lycra, it fits really closely to my skin   White to purple is the place where it begins   I pad my butt and I'm careful   To stay out of ruts   Wrap around sunglasses, I'm an alien   Feel my heart go pit-a-pat   Hello big hill good-bye fat   Life goes by just like that   A forty something spree is   My bicycle and me.