Cycling Too Fast (fox song) (feat. Mac Gray & Jacky O'Halloran)

Listen I just got a letter here which I've got to read on the air It says Biking, oh get used to it I really would appreciate it if you'd tell me how you became a disc jockey I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone Living easy-peasy, breezy on the rooftops I'm reading this word for word And hooked it up to my transistor radio Seeing greedy sleazes, greasy on my new socks I thought it was very hard to keep my hands on the wire leads and play records at the Same time Biking, oh get used to it Fighting, dodging, swerving Observing where these pigeons live Easy and breezy on the rooftops Greedy sleazes greeting people Greasy on my new socks Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive and Yet we think we thrive with our fixed gear bicycles Cycling by like smooth blue icicles Parting the tides Feeling alive Don't realize that we're moving lackadaisical That we need a good cry or hand to hold Pockets bone dry less a couple yokes See it's the ebb and flow It's the ebb and flow of espresso Overdose While we're standing here cross-eyed having a smoke I want you to be The very best version of yourself What if this is the best version? Wouldn't it be nice to feel yourself this time of night? Wouldn't it be, shouldn't it be, couldn't it be nice? See, we're too busy With this ebb and flow of espresso overdose to learn how to be old Sure, I was never told Now we're cycling too fast I saw my childhood go right past Somehow a man at last And yet I'm still thinking crass Through rose-coloured glasses Generally glad See, I'm generally glad But would I be a different man if I knew my grandad? Would I go to mass? Would I be standing with knees stained by grass? And would I be one and twenty Could I be one and twenty Should I be one and twenty Would I be one and twenty handshakes richer from birthdays that passed? One, two Wouldn't it be nice To feel myself tonight? Wouldn't it be? Shouldn't it be? Couldn't it be? What if this is the best version? Like Is my family proud Stop and see me now? Wouldn't it be? Shouldn't it be? Couldn't it be nice? But see these passed-men They didn't choose to grow old and fold And I'm sure they'd've loved a grandson to hold and mould when old My old man taught me He taught me to be bold and gentle It's mental This mental gentleman even taught me to boil the kettle And its my grandfather From whom he learns to be parental Collecting tools by the shed-full Comparing ticks to the freckles Separating fish from the tackle Michael I wish I'd had the chance Did you have a plan Or were you just a lost boy in the body of a man Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive and Funny saw a fox sunny in the night time Sunny cause his only furry worry is springtime And he does fine unlike us bus-line riders whining Stayin in line hoping to find the time to learn to drive in That metronome means nothing Yeah right? It's like 140 yeah Just time going by