Motorcycle

If only this bike was a motorcycle I wouldn't be moving so slow If only this bike was a motorcycle I'd be over half way home As I move down the streets I'd be looking so good And I'd be gone in a blink of an eye If only this bike was a motorcycle If only this bike could fly Sometimes when I'm riding along I forget where I'm going I start a dream that this little old bike I'm sitting on Is a big loud glistening speed machine I'm getting chased everywhere I go By hundreds of girls all fighting to show How much they love me, so I pull over and give them a ride On my fast moving, street cruising, geek losing motorbike But it's all just a dream... I'm actually moving quite slowly... The airs nice and clean but my bicycle seat is so lonely... It's so lonely this bike... If only this bike... Oh if only this bike was a motorcycle I wouldn't be sad anymore If only this bike was a motorcycle I'd move down the street with a roar We'll be wild, we'll be free Just my motorcycle and me With a glint in my eye I'd show you that this little boy can really... Fly