My white bicycle

Une chanson du groupe Tomorrow qui en 1967 clame son bonheur de pédaler. Je me suis toujours demandé comment les gens faisaient en ce temps là pour pédaler avec des pantalons pattes d'éph'.

Riding all around the streets
Four o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late
Moving fast everything looks great

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)

See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
I ring my bell and smile at him
Then I go by his rubbish bin

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)

The rain comes down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)

Lift up both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still see
My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)

Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
He'll find some judge but it's not leaving

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)

My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)
My white bicycle
(My white bicycle)