The tire pops
I go flop
And watch, wave
The group go on
I sit on the patch
Of gass to patch
A tire to mend
My ways
Of riding too long
They are thread bare
Where treads to be
And Happy am I
to have a pump.
The tire pops
I go flop
And watch, wave
The group go on
I sit on the patch
Of gass to patch
A tire to mend
My ways
Of riding too long
They are thread bare
Where treads to be
And Happy am I
to have a pump.