Lyrics:
We're closing up for lunch i'm sorry to)
No, I s- I saw it over there! I saw it
(What?)
I saw it over there -Olsen's
Standard Book Of British Birds
Loughborough
On the British preparations for
This most important event
Here at Loughborough are five
Young men chosen last
Week to be eaten for Britain this
The British ambassador said he
had never seen a social occasion quite like it. Even by the
standards of Buenos Aires society the gathering at the
polo ground
I saw it in the showroom
Shining black and gold
850 British Twin
With chrome swept back pipes
It had a throaty exhaust
Yeh Yeh Yeh
How I wanted that
You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
I would pedal that stuff hard
motherfuckin charity
Girl you took my thoughts
Like the british versus cherokee
She can be my remedy
She could be the end of me
Im not sayin you fat
But i been
Say dem a ride bike
British gyal dem seh mi ah di Pipe pipe
And a say, "Addi, mi daddy"
Dem love my pipe, awoh
How you fi touch the catty
And she never
The British ambassador said he
had never seen a social occasion quite like it. Even by the
standards of Buenos Aires society the gathering at the
polo ground
Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter
Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer,
I'm sorry
I'm just another bystander
Another goodbye story
I guess it's a new standard
Guess it wasn't my time
It's a lullaby
I'm kissing you
Where are you from? (Ha)
I'm from here
I'm a British baby born and raised
All white grammar school I paved my way listen
I'm about as British as they get
a sight
I remember riding bikes
Now we in Dubai
We on different time
Not like you lil guys
Too small mind
Gotta think outside the box
Now we rocking Gucci
mi mi see Ginelle naked
Full a gyal but wifey still reject mateys
Still gyal gimmi head daily hydra
Suicider, Al-Qaeda type bike rider
So amazing,
the boarder high
With Chinese lights on his german bike
Business man with a business plan
Pay them enough to keep the profits right
Business man keeps
Cash in the man clutch yea
I done upped the standards hey
Lame hoes can't touch yea
Icy like I'm sick of it yea
Smokin' on some big must hey
Fuck it,
the latest fad
Cos we're so cool and you're all so sad
British standard men in British standard trousers
So cool and in control
Cockney whizzkids by the score
across the landscape
The land is pockmarked by the shells sent to scathe
Many standard rounds and some rounds more sinister
With the gasses that fuse with
the gun
The laugh lines round his eyes told me he'd also had some fun
On your badge, I said, there's an acronym I see
British South Africa Police, I asked
Chorus
Ride our bikes…………
Verse 3
Oh how we long for a break-time playing British Bulldog,
And ‘all pile on’, piggyback jousting, a game
going to be my mother like, ""Oh, who ... Are they friends? When did they meet? Does he have a tattoo on his hand? Is he British? But he's ... he's black
own bitch, fuck a cosign
Pale British kid it's my fucking design
One day imma buy that red e30
Beat so good I ain't gotta be wordy
Skateboard P this
what happened to him
Whatever became of old Shelley?
Is it, is it true that young Forbes was cashiered
For riding quite nude on a push-bike through
what happened to him
Whatever became of old Shelley?
Is it, is it true that young Forbes was cashiered
For riding quite nude on a push-bike through
a prayer, thank God
Cah yuh know di driver dem
Pan di road tan bad
Fi put on yuh seatbelt a yuh prerogative
Just, incase di airbag do a bad job
Di bike man
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