Bicycle Kid Songtext
von The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy

He′s a bicycle kid, He's got his Mister T. slippers.
He′s a bicycle kid, he's eleven years old.
Dog-faced spawn of a working class Tory,
Bicycle kid never does what he's told.
He′s a bicycle kid and he wants to get a crossbow.
Bicycle kid had a rabbit that died:
Evil little fucker put his pet through the window,
The he ran to his mother and he cried, cried, cried.

Chorus:

So cry like an onion bicycle kid,
′Coz I'm gonna get your for the things that you did.
Cry like an onion bicycle kid,
You′re just another sucker at heart.


Bicyle kid - extortion in the playground.
What does he do with all the money he made?
Bicyle kid in Kentucky Fried Chicken
And the WHAM-BAM-RAMBO machine arcade.
He's a bicycle kid, and his mother′s on Valium.
He's a bicycle kid, and his dad′s on the lump.
He's a bicycle kid, and his tea's in the micro.
He′s a bicycle kid and he′s on the dump.

Chorus

Bicycle kid shitting in a greenhouse.
Bicycle kid down at the aquadrome.
Bicycle kid in trouble with a policeman.
Bicycle kid "he's a good boy at home".
Bicycle kid grow up and get an Escort.
(Ford Escort, that is. Eighties wide-boy motor)
Bicycle kid grow up and get worse.
Bicycle kid forget to use a condom.
Bicycle kid! It′s evolution in reverse!

Chorus

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You're an evil mother fucker.
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Fade.