Bicycle Lyrics

A world without colour would be nice

A place free from the sins of the eyes

But it wouldn't be a paradise

Cause you know it'd just be black and white, oh you know

Take it all and throw it all away

The troubles of your past ain't here to stay

But don't think you'll be alright from here

You'll be sorry when you do, my dear, oh no

I got myself in a pickle

My car's broke down for real

Show me you're not fickle

I need to borrow your bicycle

I got myself in a pickle

My car's broke down for real

Show me you're not fickle

I need to borrow your bicycle

You shot me in the foot once again

And I only got these shoes yesterday

So don't think you'll be alright from here

You'll be sorry when you do, my dear, oh no

A world of only green would suffice

Dogs chasing cats, catching mice

And if one day should they believe

My bike was taken by some dirty thieves, oh no

I got myself in a pickle

My car's broke down for real

Show me you're not fickle

I need to borrow your bicycle

I got myself in a pickle

My car's broke down for real

Show me you're not fickle

I need to borrow your bicycle