Well it starts as a joke, like a stick in the smoke, so removing the bolt from the brains
Then the bicycle flips, crushing ribs, smashing hips and he broke every bone in his face

Then you're out of control and you can't fill a hole that was left by the thrill of the chase
You're a right piece of work, all the flakes go berserk, have you forgotten how good they taste?

You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me
And I don't mind if you're unkind you're reminding me of me

As the bicycle race gathers speed, gathers pace, and you feel that your going too fast
There's a word to the wise, you should take some advice, cause the nice guys always finish last

You're my kind of guy cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me
And I don't mind if you're unkind you're reminding me of me
You're my kind of guy 'cause I like your style and you sound as horrible as me
And heads will roll as it takes its toll on you and me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW ROBERT WHITE, CHARLES RICHARD WILSON, JAMES RIX, NICHOLAS BAINES, NICHOLAS HODGSON