Ah, the weekend, and a chance to unwind with the most artless garbage song ever written and passed off to bike nuts, beside which Ronald McDonald House stops looking so much like propaganda. Any more and I swear, I’m going to start cheering for cars.
But wait, that’s just the single. With a few readers’ assistance I’m working on releasing the ultimate box set of hopeless joke bike songs. So go on, grab a six pack, pop these little toons in your boom box fitted bakfiets, and go hit the lap circuit with your town’s local hoons. Show them mo fos bike songs is bitchin’!
I’ve been sent a few others, however those were redeemed by at least a few shreds of musical merit.