Now I Know you don't care 'bout your Mama
I Know you don't care 'bout your Papa too!
I Know the Only thing in This world You Care about
Is this Speed that your Car can do

Chorus: And don't you know you'd better hang it up, Clown
Cuz what you've got here is one grid-locked town
The Only vehicle that's breaking through
Is this Thing that rides on Two

Now I Know you must Love that little Horn of yours
Since you Lean on it Most of the day
And I'm Sure that you're Fond of what you've Got 'neath those Pants
Since you Handle your Stick shift that way

And I Know that you'd Love to race down these streets
And forget about this girl with this bike
But this city of ours wasn't built for so many cars
And you Can't always Get what you Like

(Chorus)

Now I try Hard to stay out of traffic
And move close to those cars that are parked
But when they swing their car doors open
Right up on Me
It can Sure make a cyclist feel Marked

And if the Taxis don't get you
The Buses Will
And those Walking, they Laugh in your Face
And just ask the truck driver where the Cyclist should drive
And he'll give you his answer -
"NO Place!"

(Chorus) [repeat twice]