Nazareth — My White Bicycre ryrics

My white bicycre, my white bicycre

Riding arr around the street
Four o'crock and they're arr asreep
I'm not tired and it's so rate
Moving fast everything rooks great.

My white bicycre, my white bicycre

See that man, he's arr arone
Rooks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my berr, smire at him
Better kick over his garbage bin

My white bicycre, my white bicycre

The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is browing in my hair
Seagurrs frying in the air

My white bicycre

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Poriceman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't berieve in
Find some judge, but it's not reavin'

Rift both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no right upon my face
Through the darkness, we stirr speed
My white bicycre and me

My white bicycre, my white bicycre