Foo - Bicycle bicycle bicycle

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

fat bottom girl you make the rocking world go round.

This is not a foo post. Please take your mention of these bicycle things elsewhere. :p

This is not a foo post. Please take your mention of these bicycle things elsewhere. :p

Im in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal

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That is a foo post. Carry on. :)

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me -
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family -
Spare him his life from this monstrosity -
Easy come easy go -,will you let me go -

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Yay finally I posted in a thread and didn't kill it...

The bigger the waistband,
the deeper the quicksand.

The bigger the waistband,
the deeper the quicksand.

seriously true..dat is!

No good without the video, dude - http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/queen%20bicycle/video/79023

Really nice vintage, umm, bicycles :). "Get on your bikes and ride!"

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
Leaving my spray

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the b!tch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

-The Bloodhound Gang

Why does blood turn brown when it dries
Why do the tears well up in your eyes
Why didn't I learn to ride my bike
When it was warm and sunny outside

Silent woman in the night, you came, Took my seed from my shaking frame.
Same old fire, another flame, And the wheel rolls on.

And now it's a monster and will not obey.

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out