After a night spent half-asleep
Afraid I won't hear the alarm
I woke up and I'm pissed off already
I feel like a drill is in my head
And have a scheduled treatment at the gym
I indeed, who had an excuse note as a kid
To miss the PE class
I have no choice now
After a night spent grinding my teeth as a dog
By and by my backbone is all loose
So I run and lift weights until it stops aching
I had no breakfast, I feel sick
And make 100 runs [1]
On the time I loose [1]
Because I'm still the same inside
But grow old on the outside
The journeys I don't make
The books I don't read
I have the bad habit of staying home
I swear I'll stop doing that tomorrow
But then I have a shower and feel better
Milan is all clogged in traffic
I cycle
And fuck you
REF. The more I cycle the less tired I feel (hey, with my bike) Everyone's at a stop but I keep going (with my bike) I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike
Oh, I wish I could show my bike to my baby self
It would be proud of how I look as a grown up
There's lights on the pedals
Chromed mirrors
And solar panel-powered radio
I'm not the gym-freak repentant junkie
And indeed I have a Guinness in the bottle rack
You can't jump like this with a Harley
And people admire it more than your Audi car
It was a Christmas present from my friends
It opens my heart just to think of it
And I even feel hungry
A Puglia-style focaccia [2] made by an Egyptian
I wolf it down, then get something to drink at the Green Dragon
The wind flows between the flats
It looks like Cape Verde
And I haven't seen a sun like this since '87
Say two old ladies on a bench
Air might be radio-active but my bike speeds off
REF. The more I cycle the less tired I feel (hey, with my bike) Everyone's at a stop but I keep going (with my bike) I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike - I love my bike - my bike
After a night spent half-asleep
Afraid I won't hear the alarm
I feel perfect now
And my granddad used to say "Thank God you have it,
So on your bike! Pedal up until your backbone breaks
Pedal up and don't even think of
Waking up pissed off again
Thank God you've got a career, that is so good
Although never certain
That keeps your head fresh
Teen years end, the angst stays
It's a good price to pay to have your life spiced up [3]
I wish I could digitalise this joy
And upload it on computers of freek-out people
Activate it whenever someone hates
Because I've found something precious
And inexpensive too: that the life and the bike
Follow the same principle
You need to keep moving to keep your balance.