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
Well I use to race this guy
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