Alec Benjamin – My Old Bicycle (Guitar)

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"How fast can you ride your bike?"

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He asked that Sunday night

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With a wild look in his eye

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So I followed close behind

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"How fast do fast cars drive?"

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That's what I replied

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"I don't stop at traffic lights

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Yeah that's how fast I ride"

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We used to ride at night

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We used to glide on the west side

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But he fell and broke his spine

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So I just left him behind

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Behind, behind, behind, behind

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My old bicycle was a Ferrari

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It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

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I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

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I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

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My old bicycle was a Ferrari

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It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

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I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

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I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

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And how fast can you grow up

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And are you grown up enough

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To outgrow the things you love

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And leave an old friend in the dust

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Yeah I remember this one time

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When I picked up my phone line

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And I heard you on the other side

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And you said "C'mon let's ride"

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My old bicycle was a Ferrari

       F#m  E    D       A
It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

       F#m  E    D       A
I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

         F#m  E    D       A
I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

        F#m  E    D       A
My old bicycle was a Ferrari

        F#m  E    D       A
It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

       F#m  E    D       A
I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

      F#m  E    D       A
I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

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For worse or for better, we leave our

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friends behind

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But then we remember we can't turn back

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the time

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For worse or for better, we leave our

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friends behind

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But then we remember we can't turn back

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 the time

F#m  E    D       A
My old bicycle was a Ferrari

       F#m  E    D       A
It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

       F#m  E    D       A
I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

         F#m  E    D       A
I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari

        F#m  E    D       A
My old bicycle was a Ferrari

        F#m  E    D       A
It rusted in the yard and now I'm sorry

       F#m  E    D       A
I crashed my car so when I pull up to parties

      F#m  E    D       A
I tell the girls my bike is a Ferrari