The asphalt is perfect
The sun hits my bicycle chain
I quickly look back
Before I take my hands off for a while
The wind whistles through my hair
While my body understands
Good balance
Otherwise it will hurt
Oh the feeling
When I'm cycling without hands
When I'm cycling without hands
Oh the feeling
It's just me and my friends
Who are cycling without hands
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Oh the feeling
Oh the feeling
Ready and with a tense facial expression
Well dressed with fashionable colours
I shout: Here I come
The champion of Lærkevej
Everyone here is from my hood
We're a little like a rock club
And with one hand
And with the other hand
Oh the feeling
When I'm cycling without hands
Oh the feeling
When I'm cycling without hands
Oh the feeling
It's just me and my friends
Who are cycling without hands
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Me and my friends
Oh the feeling
Oh the feeling
Me and my friends
Cycling without hands
Oh the feeling
Me and my friends
Oh the feeling
Cycling without hands
Oh the feeling