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