I was goin’ down the hill doin’ ninety miles an hour
When the chain on my bicycle broke
I was scratched all over by the rocks and the gravel
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I was punctured to death by the spokes
I ain’t kiddin’. I ain’t a-lyin’. I was layin’ there a-dyin’
With the handlebars a-stickin’ down my throat!
I had the front wheel for a necktie, the back wheel for a collar
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I was wearin’ the fender for a belt
You can talk about your accidents in your hot-rod Fords and airplanes,
But the accident I had will take the cake.
I was layin’ in the grass with the sprocket in my (pause) pocket.
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I was never goin’ to ride that bike again.