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The minute money for the meter men, i went riding on my bike My, the bike tax up-to-date today
And on my bike i long to see, i ve learnt to cut that yellow line
I ve ridden for your charity, back and front light Madness, believe in me
Attached myself to big balloons, improve that child s broken wing, the minute money for the meter
And park my bike there at any time, my mot now a far cry, i m raising for a charity
The petrol pumps been blown sky high, the traffic jam looks with despair
The minute money for the meter men, and park my bike there any time
that s all i need to ride in
The minute money for the meter men, and on my bike i long to see, you don t fool maurice
you don t fool maurice
Improve that child s broken wing, with a spanner, we sold our car to skip the fight
I ve learned to ride your yellow line, a pound i found i couldn t find
i got a birthday just last week
I got a birthday just last week, pedal-pushers at a mellow pace, the minute money for the meter men
i ve been riding treetop high
With directions simple to trace, attached myself to big balloons on, attached myself to big balloons
and park my bike there any time
I got a birthday just last week, my mot now a far cry
i ve learnt to cut that yellow line
The traffic jam looks with despair, you don t fool maurice
And park my bike there any time, the road tax up-to-date today
I ve learned to ride your yellow line, back and front light, i ve learnt to cut that yellow line
believe in me
And park my bike there at any time, i ve learned to ride your yellow line
my insurance is by the by
i ve learnt to cut that yellow line
pedal-pushers at a mellow pace
Sponsors come running to me, the minute money for the meter men
with a spanner
And pumped them full of precious air, and pumped them full of precious air Riding, that s all i need to ride in
And on my bike i long to see, i hope we get that extra change
I got a birthday just last week, pedal-pushers at a mellow pace, a marathon i m entering
A pound i found i couldn t find, improve that child s broken wing Riding, i ve had my fill of petrol fumes
Back and front light, i ve ridden for your charity on, i ve ridden for your charity
a marathon i m entering
But you re not silly, attached myself to big balloons
the minute money for the meter men
attached myself to big balloons
I ve learnt to cut that yellow line, i ve been riding treetop high
Pedal-pushers at a mellow pace, the traffic jam looks with despair, i ve had my fill of petrol fumes