My white bicycle, my white bicyclen nRiding all around the streetnFour o'clock and they're all asleepnI'm not tired and it's so latenMoving fast everything looks great.nnMy white bicycle, my white bicyclennSee that man, he's all alonenLooks so happy but he's far from homenRing my bell, smile at himnBetter kick over his garbage binnnMy white bicycle, my white bicyclennThe rain comes down but I don't carenThe wind is blowing in my hairnSeagulls flying in the airnnMy white bicycle, my white bicyclennPoliceman shouts but I don't see himnThey're one thing I don't believe innTo find some charge but it's not leavin'nnLift both hands, his head in disgracenShines no light upon my facenThrough the darkness, we still speednMy white bicycle and mennMy white bicycle, my white bicyclen