Pedal on, my wayward son

The words to the song you’re hearing in your head actually go like this:

wheel
Pedal on

Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride some more.

[Instrumental stuff you remember from the song in your head…]

Ahhh, ahh…

Once I rode away from noise and confusion,
just to get some air beyond this pollution,
I was rolling ever higher,
but I climbed too high.

Though my butt was numb I still had some gel left.
Though my knees were sore I just couldn’t quit yet.
I hear loud voices when I’m spinning,
I can hear them say…

//Refrain

Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then you’ll ride some more.

Masquerading as a bicycle racer,
my heart rate’s about to wreck my pacemaker.
I used to think I was an athlete, yeah,
but that was very long ago.

Bounced around in lots of potholes and gravel,
three flat tires and I’m about to unravel,
then I find some more bananas,
and I hear the monkeys say….

//Refrain

Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride some more.

Go!

[instrumental stuff…

… more instrumentals]

Pedal on! You can ride now forever!
Pedal on! For a T-shirt so clever!
Water bottles never empty,
surely ice cream waits for you!

//Refrain

Pedal on, my wayward son,
there’ll be beer when you are done.
Give your sweaty head some rest,
then go ride…

…then go ride…some more!

[more instrumental stuff]

Lyrics (c) 2013 B.J. Smith, seriously

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