There's just one thing that i love more than anything
I hold it so near to my heart.
It has just one gear and a pair of blue training wheels,
A headlight to see in the dark.
I like my bike. it's not like other bikes. i like my bike.
It's not like other bikes.
It has pinwheels and a purple banana seat,
Loud cards in the spokes as they bend.
It has a big horn that i honk when you're in my way,
So i don't run over my friends.
I like my bike. it's not like other bikes.
I like my bike. it's not like other bikes
I ride my bike to the girl that i like, and she looks at me and my bike.
A tear fills her eye as she's filled with great pride,
When i ask her to take a ride.
Me and my girl, we ride all over town on it.
My guide is the street and the sun.
We stop for a shake--i pretend well share all of it,
When i hit the eject button.
I like my bike. it's not like other bikes.
I like my bike.
It's not like other bikes.