My white bicycle   My white bicycle      Riding all around the street   Four 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   I ring my bell, smile at him   Then I kick over his garbage 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      Policeman shouts but I don't see him   They're one thing I don't believe in   To find some charge but it's not leavin'      They lift both hands, his head in disgrace   Shines 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