I'm Riding My Bike to Charleston Songtext

von Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

I've rolled down to the bottom of my col-de-sac
And i've been down here for a while
And I'm never going back
And no maple bar or chocolate milk could ever lift me up
And no donut shop or Elvgren doll could ever cheer me up

Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones
I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home

Cause I'm all smooth skin, but shakey bones
I'm a fever, I'm a creeper, I'm a broken hearted dreamer and I'm leaving home

Now I'm a grateful guy to be living here in this place but right now, the surf and sand and sunshine seem to be spitting in my face
And I am so cold, the west coast has gotten so cold, and I don't need no metaphors to say i feel like shit.

So they're cutting all your dreams in two
Well its my hand you have to hold on to
Cause paranoia don't belong in people like me and you
Truth be told, I'm only four years old and I'm packing up my things, I'm running from home
I'll ride my bike to Charleston cause the people there are god-awful nice.