My white bicycle, my white bicycle

Riding all around the streets 4 o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late moving fast, everything looks great

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him, then knock over his rubbish bin

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
He'll find some charge but it's not thieving

The lamppost hangs his head in disgrace
Shine's no light upon my face
Through the darkness we still speed my white bicycle and me

My white bicycle, my white bicycle
My white bicycle, my white bicycle ....