Lyrics

ON HIS BIKE
(Carroll)

American Flyer
Tooling down the road
Greasy white-wall tires
And a face that's all aglow
He's a happy youngster
And he's pumping his way home

Bound to sit down with the family
And once more he'll be gone

On his bike
On his bike
The first thing in the morning was the last thing at night
On his bike

Rolling by the river
Ripping through the wood
Skid-marks in the school lot
Don't a wheelie feel so good?
He can stand up on the pedals
Grip them handlebars until
He's gonna ride right into paradise
Gonna glide on down that hill

On his bike
On his bike
The first thing in the morning was the last thing at night
On his bike

On his bike
He likes to ride with his hi-tops on

He's a super trooper
With youngsters of his own
Pulls into a rest stop
To call them on the phone
He's on a 1450 cc Harley, see
He's thumpin' his way home



Bound to get down with his family
Then once more he'll be gone

On his bike
On his bike
The first thing in the morning was the last thing at night
On his bike

On his bike
He likes to ride with his hi-beams on
Hi Beams On
Pedal & Pedal & Pedal & Pedal &
Glide

(For Marty & Veech)