Well, it starts as a joke like a stick in the spokes   Or removing the bolt from the brakes   Then the bicycle flips crushing ribs smashing hips   And he broke every bone in his face      And 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?      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      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      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      You're my kind of guy 'cos I like your style   And you sound as horrible as me   And heads will roll as it takes its toll   On you and me