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"

We used to ride at night

We used to glide on the west side

But he fell and broke his spine

So I just left him behind

Behind, behind, behind, 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

And 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 my phone line

And I heard you on the other side

And you said "C'mon let's 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 can't turn back the time

For worse or for better, we leave our friends behind

But then we remember we can't 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