Lyrics Cycling Too Fast (fox song) - Nagam

Listen I just got a letter here which I've got to read on the air
It says
Biking, oh get used to it
I really would appreciate it if you'd tell me how you became a disc jockey
I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live
And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone
Living easy-peasy, breezy on the rooftops
I'm reading this word for word
And hooked it up to my transistor radio
Seeing greedy sleazes, greasy on my new socks
I thought it was very hard to keep my hands on the wire leads and play records at the Same time

Biking, oh get used to it
Fighting, dodging, swerving
Observing where these pigeons live
Easy and breezy on the rooftops
Greedy sleazes greeting people
Greasy on my new socks

Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time
Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime
And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining
Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive and

Yet we think we thrive with our fixed gear bicycles
Cycling by like smooth blue icicles
Parting the tides
Feeling alive
Don't realize that we're moving lackadaisical
That we need a good cry or hand to hold
Pockets bone dry less a couple yokes
See it's the ebb and flow
It's the ebb and flow of espresso
Overdose
While we're standing here cross-eyed having a smoke

I want you to be
The very best version of yourself
What if this is the best version?

Wouldn't it be nice to feel yourself this time of night?
Wouldn't it be, shouldn't it be, couldn't it be nice?

See, we're too busy
With this ebb and flow of espresso overdose to learn how to be old
Sure, I was never told

Now we're cycling too fast
I saw my childhood go right past
Somehow a man at last
And yet I'm still thinking crass
Through rose-coloured glasses
Generally glad
See, I'm generally glad
But would I be a different man if I knew my grandad?
Would I go to mass?
Would I be standing with knees stained by grass?
And would I be one and twenty
Could I be one and twenty
Should I be one and twenty
Would I be one and twenty handshakes richer from birthdays that passed?

One, two
Wouldn't it be nice
To feel myself tonight?
Wouldn't it be?
Shouldn't it be?
Couldn't it be?

What if this is the best version?

Like
Is my family proud
Stop and see me now?
Wouldn't it be?
Shouldn't it be?
Couldn't it be nice?

But see these passed-men
They didn't choose to grow old and fold
And I'm sure they'd've loved a grandson to hold and mould when old
My old man taught me
He taught me to be bold and gentle
It's mental
This mental gentleman even taught me to boil the kettle

And its my grandfather
From whom he learns to be parental
Collecting tools by the shed-full
Comparing ticks to the freckles
Separating fish from the tackle

Michael
I wish I'd had the chance
Did you have a plan
Or were you just a lost boy in the body of a man

Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time
Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime
And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining
Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive and

Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time
Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime
And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining
Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive in

That metronome means nothing
Yeah right?
It's like 140 yeah
Just time going by