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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The day after the bike-athon, after the half-marathon
That’s when you’ll find me
No designated cycleway, no promise of a sunny day
That’s all behind me.
I need Betjeman pills; I’ve been summoned by bills.
[Verse 2]
Comedy, tragedy, neither much appeal to me; nor pathos or farce
Trying to get a trestle table back off Beth Tweddle; such a pain in the arse.
I use obvious rhyme when I haven’t much time.
One fine day in the middle of the night
One fine day I will peddle out of sight.
[Verse 3]
To the safety of familiar things I look to throw a grappling hook
It always falls short
Whitbread big head Trophy Bitter
The pint that thinks it’s a quart.
I’ve done ten thousand steps, I’ve reached Stygian depths.
One fine day while you’re gassin’ at the gate
There’ll be bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait Happy Time!
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[CODA]
One fine day as I pedal out of sight
One fine day in the middle of the night.
There’ll be bubbles on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering Strait
(Bubbles) on the surface of the Bering
The pint that thinks it’s a quart!