PLEASE QUIT GRIPING 'BOUT MY BIKE

I don't go through a stop sign any faster than most cars do

I signal where I'm going a lot more often than the locals, too

I don't go a whole lot slower than some folks do on Glenstone

So think about the things I said before you gripe and moan

And please quit griping 'bout my bike

Please quit griping 'bout my bike

You might not wanna share the road

But hey, chill, don’t explode

Yeah, please quit griping 'bout my bike

I don't cause much pollution when I'm riding down the street

I don't make a whole lotta noise when I pedal with my feet

I don't come and ask you for a jump because my bike won't start

And I don't take your parking place when you go to Wal-Mart

So please quit griping 'bout my bike

Please quit griping 'bout my bike

You might not wanna share the road

But hey, chill, don’t you explode

Yeah, please quit griping 'bout my bike

Some folks like to pull beside and lay upon the horn

Others scream and yell at you and shake their fist with scorn

Some folks give a hand gesture to show that they’re irate

But you should just yell back at them, "Hey, take the interstate!"

So please quit griping 'bout my bike

Please quit griping 'bout my bike

You might not wanna share the road

But hey, chill, don’t explode

Yeah, please quit griping 'bout my bike

Ideas came late June, 2003

Music and lyrics by Bill Griffin