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Up until now my ideas have been latent |
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The cycling world will never be the same |
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But come first light |
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I'll be taking out a patent |
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And from that day |
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If a bike be found lying on the ground again |
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I'm not to blame |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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Bolted down by the back wheel, activated by the heel |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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What chicken laid the egg from whence inside an idea hatches? |
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From prototype to production lines to the first one hundred batches |
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I will do for parking bikes what anchors did for sailing |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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There's handle bars for steering and there's tyre tread for traction |
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A tiny bell for friends you pass and greet |
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But when they add my ingenious contraption |
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Mouths will fall |
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And eyebrows will rise and staring eyes will meet |
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The bike complete |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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Bolted down by the back wheel, activated by the heel |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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There'll be articles in newspapers and dinners at the town hall |
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My first cheque's for a thousand bucks, now that's one spicy meatball |
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But all the fame and fortune in the world will not compare |
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To the joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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Spring Now bikes around the world can stand alone without their owners |
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And I can get some cash on the side but that's just a bonus |
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When underneath their helmets |
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I will see their smiling faces |
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What joy it'll bring, piece of metal and a spring |
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Piece of metal and a spring |
