My Kind Of Guy

1. Well it starts as a joke

Like a stick in your spokes

Or removing the bolt of the brakes

Then the bicycle flips

Crushing ribs smashing hips

And he broke every bone in his face

2. Then you're out of control

And you can't fill the hole

That was left by the thrill of the chase

You're a right piece of work

All the flakes go berserk

Have you forgotten how good they taste

R: You're my kind of guy

Cos I like your style

And you sound as horrible as me

And I don't mind if you're unkind

You're reminding me of me

3. As the bicycle race

Gathers speed, gathers pace

And you feel that you're going too fast

There's a word to the wise

You should take some advice

Cos the nice guys always finish last

R: You're my kind of guy... (2x)