Riding all around the streets
Four o'clock and they're all asleep
I'm not tired and it's so late
Moving fast everything looks great

My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]

See that man, he's all alone
Looks so happy but he's far from home
I ring my bell, and smile at him
Then knock over his [bad word] bin

My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]

The [bad word] down but I don't care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]

The lampost hangs, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still see
My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]

Policeman shouts but I don't see him
They're one thing I don't believe in
He'll find some charge, but it's not thievin'

My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]
My white bicycle [my white bicycle]