My Old Bicycle

How fast can you ride your bike?

He asked that Sunday night

With a wild look in his eye

So I followed close behind

How fast do fast cars drive?

That’s what I replied

I don’t stop at traffic lights

Yeah that’s how fast I ride

We used to ride at night

We use to glide on the west side

But he fell and broke his spine

So I just left him behind

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

How fast can you grow up?

And are you grown up enough

To outgrow the things you love

And leave an old friend in the dust

Yeah I remember this one time

When I picked up the phone line

And I heard you on the other side

And you said come on, lets ride

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

For worse or for better

We leave our friends behind

But then we remember

We cant turn back the time

For worse or for better

We leave our friends behind

But then we remember

We cant turn back the time

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

My old bicycle was a Ferrari

It rusted in the yard and now I’m sorry

I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari