|Written by||Rob Cantor|
|Appears on||Not A Trampoline|
|Sung by||Rob Cantor|
When asked on his facebook page if he had gotten a new bike, he explained that sometime in 2013, his bike was sadly, and somewhat ironically, stolen. He has yet to replace it.
✓ Marked Official
Old bike Rode it my whole life Wonder if I might Beat that old bike to the grave Moon bright Gliding down hillsides Haze off a porch light Flickers and catches my gaze On my bicycle (Hum bitty bitty)x3 Rolling along On my bicycle (Hum bitty bitty)x3 Singing my song On my bicycle RIDE! Hoping you'll come along Warm night Riding my soul bike Doesn't quite roll right But it gets me where I need to be There is no guide Life is a slow ride If you've got an old bike Come ride around here with me On our bicycles (Hum bitty bitty)x3 Hands in the air On our bicycles (Hum bitty bitty)x3 Driving with care On our bicycle ride! Everyone's at it alone sometimes But it's better to have a companion ride Everyone's Saturday night goes wrong sometimes (along the ride)x2 Busted and rickety olden bike Busted and missing a bolt or five Holding together as long as I'm alive (along the ride)x2 Ladies and gentlemen I despise (I despise) Leave them alone as I drive on by (Alone, as I drive on by) Never imagined it quite so divine To glide along the ride (Oh yeah! It's the end of the song)