LYRICS:
I always dreamt of BMX. Ha!
Got no more time for dreaming.
My Ex-Wife resisted bringing our
9 year old son Timmy

(No dad, I don't - I don't wanna go. I really don't.
Shut up son)

We don't need a car (Dad - that's a cliff!)
I'll just hold, the space bar 
(Um, Dad you're going too fast - argh!)
Respawn at the start,
Didn't get very far (We never do dad. Shut up son!)

I ride a bike with my son,
We always have so much fun (no we don't)
Unless there's mines on the ground 
(Dad, landmine!)
Then things are gonna get bloody 
(oh no!)

I ride a bike with my son,
Sometimes we do [bad word]  (Nooo!)
Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns (Aaah!)
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy (what? nooo!)
Sometimes I get to launch Timmy (nooo!)
For Tim's perspective, just press (nooo!)
I think it's time to get bloody 
I think it's time to get bloody (oh no!)

(Dad stop - I can't stop - give up Dad - I don't know how - it's just not fun anymore Dad.
Ah, so you admit it was fun once? - Gah!)

It's hard to keep on living (argh, oh God)
This course is unforgiving. (Gargh - oh no Dad!)
I doubt that will be healing (Dad, you should go to the hospital - I don't have insurance)
Son, keep the handles steady 

(Dad, what are you doing?)
(Winning son, Charlie Sheen - oh God)

 [bad word] too far
To give up on this course (I disagree - argh!)
I don't need my arms
That's what my son is for (No dad, slow down! - Wooooo!)

We're riding towards a big jump
We fly in front of the sun,
's about time we finally won.
Think we have earned a victory.

(Yesss we did it! - Yay - Oh yesss!
Wanna go again? - Nooo!
You know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna put on my victory helmet.
You look like a robot!)

Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of vic-

Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory
Robotic dance of victory

I'm irresponsible mom
Thought I should be in this song
He rides a bike with our son
Don't wanna fight for custody 

I'm kinda glad when he's gone
I got two kids of my own
And killing us would be wrong
Unless it happens out of frame (Aargh!)
Good one son!