The Bicycle Club
Way back, we had a bicycle club
We put cards in the spokes for noise
In a town named Independence
But started by "Wichita" boys
Pat and Mike, the Adams brothers
Named after Irish born humor
Were thought to be influenced by that
Or at least, that was the rumor
Timmy was the first to marry
His wife could be sis to his ma
I don't know what to make of that
But I guess Freud would say, "Ah hah!"
Chris could hit anything with a rock
Amazing at such a long ways
We never ever, saw Chris miss
Not even on the holidays!
Our route always started the same
But one day there was a new view
Of a pretty nurse we called "Legs"
Going to work, I guess, who knew?
We told a new guy about "Legs"
We said, "No one can resist her!"
Well I guess, the joke was on us
It turned out to be his sister!
Later I had a very weird wreck
That would cause all my buddies to scoff
I was stung on the back of my neck
At the same time, my front wheel fell off!
Though my pride took quite a pounding
The bee sting only hurt a bit
I jumped up and dusted off quick
Just glad "Legs" wasn't there to see it!
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