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.
