My white bicycle, my white bicycle
Riding all around the streets 4 o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late moving fast, everything looks great
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him, then knock over his rubbish bin
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
He'll find some charge but it's not thieving
The lamppost hangs his head in disgrace
Shine's no light upon my face
Through the darkness we still speed my white bicycle and me
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
My white bicycle, my white bicycle ....
Writer(s): Ken Burgess, Keith Hopkins
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