Show TilE CYCLE FIEND Seated all da on my cycle Im weary and ill at ease For pains that are sharp and shooting Have seized my shouldenitmd knees I know that this sprinting Is killing Im truly a physical wreck And yet if I only keep scorching Ill win in tho raco by a neck i Ive worked with a will that is wondrous Ive strained every muscle for days Ive taken off pounds with a sweater Till Im almost dazed with tho craze I diet and train like a Roman Wlrgs in to fight the wild beast And all this hard battling is simply To break just one record at least I wonder if Deaths dreadful angel Will come to me riding a wheel And as I go sprinting towards heaven I wonder now how I will feel Theres one tiling thats morally certain And this thought a joy to me brings If we can go cycling through heaven Well have little use for our wings J |