every time i drive by him he fills with jubilation
 he's laughing at my tires he's laughing at my horn
 and the cards in my spokes
 if i had time i'd tell him my story so he knows i'm not a hoax
 like this:
 my car is shot it hasn't moved an inch since 1995
 so my friends and i did not have much you could
 call a social life
 we got sick of walking, sick of hitching, sick of taking hikes
 so we didn't buy a car or a minivan -- we all bought bikes
 geeks on bikes, geeks on bikes (ad nauseum)
 i'm up at dawn to call my friends to relay the day's big plans
 & before you know it our helmets are on
 our gloves are on our hands
 we drive down main to the dairy queen -- always in single file
 and the fun piles up behind us yeah -- mile after mile
 [chorus]
 i always drive my bike safely with mirrors
 and when it's dirty i was it with tears