Eighty-three years and some thirty-year-old   Says that I'm not safe in a car on the road   I remember the first car that came to this town   Oh the changes I have seen   But this bike and this body will still get me there   If I keep them both in good repair   They can't take away my bicycle license   I'll ride 'til my days are through      I'm the Bicycle Man   It's true that you never forget   I'm the Bicycle Man   And my travelling days    Are not over yet      There isn't much hair for the wind to blow   But no one can say that I'm getting slow   And I'll sing just to hear my voice sound funny   In the gravel parking lot   All the kids on the block like to ride with me   I can skid in the dirt and sometimes pop a wheelie   It's almost dark soon they'll have to go in   But I can ride all night if I want to      I'm the Bicycle Man   It's true that you never forget   I'm the Bicycle Man   And my travelling days    Are not over yet      It's strange how it all comes back around   Like my wheels on the road as I ride through this town   I rode my bike home from my very first kiss   And here I am again      I'm the Bicycle Man   It's true that you never forget   I'm the Bicycle Man   And my travelling days    Are not over yet