The Villan Rides to ‘elle
I want to learn to ride a bike
‘But bicycles are dangerous,’ Mam said
‘You cannot do just what you like.’
I had to make do with a trike,
she was convinced that I’d be dead,
I want to learn to ride a bike.
My cousins fly by as I hike.
What can you do but keep the head,
you cannot do just what you like.
As I grew up, I’d climb the pike
and sit and eat my jam and bread,
I want to learn to ride a bike.
I’d argue with her like a tyke,
so many times my eyes were red,
you cannot do just what you like.
But then I met my handsome Mike
who taught me well, up in the shed,
I only cared to ride a bike,
you really can do what you like.
