Elliott Park

Lyrics

Birthday present – oh what a dream
Shiny and red with a sparkly seat
And I can go about a hundred and three
On my b-i-c-y-c-l-e

Saturday, oh what a day
Rolling down the road through the sun and the shade
No training wheels. No sir-ee
On my b-i-c-y-c-l-e

Bicycle bicycle
I'm the king of the road
On my bicycle bicycle
Yippee ki yay and away we go

Yeah hop on your bike and ride with me
Our tires will sing in harmony Ridin' down the road going ching ching ching
On a b-i-c-y-c-l-e

Bicycle bicycle
I'm the king of the road
On my bicycle bicycle
Yippee ki yay and away we go

Yeah hop on your bike and ride with me
You zig I’ll zag and together we'll weave Two little trails down Berry Street
BFFs for a while at least

I hope your bike goes a hundred and five
If it don't you can hop on mine
Goin' down the road – ching ching ching
On my b-i-c-y-c-l-e
Goin down the road happy and free
On my b-i-c-y-c-l-e