[Verse 1]
Gets up in the morning
Drinks half a pot of tea
Puts on a long, white skirt
Socks up to her knees
Throws a poncho in her pack
Got her hair back, long and soft
Helmet strapped on her head
And she blasts off
[Verse 2]
Havocking the streets of Boston
Biking to a better day
She doesn't mind the rain or the shine
Gonna get there sometime
She don't mind the traffic
She don't mind the noise
Blazing a trail, wheel and rail
Riding 'cause it's her kind of joy
[Chorus]
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
[Bridge]
Sweat on her forehead
Fumes in her eyes
Tail lights [?]
They'll go drifting by
Pushing through the traffic
Steady as she goes
Bumper to bumper, pa**ing them by
Lemmings in the their rows
[Verse 2]
Heading for the bike trail
Where the raspberries grow
She knows something pretty in the pit of the city
Where sweet, wild winds blow...
[Verse 3]
Havocking the streets of Boston
Biking to a better day
Davis Square, Chestnut Hill
Wild on Jamaicaway
She don't mind the traffic
She don't mind the noise
Blazing a trail, wheel and rail
Riding 'cause it's her kind of joy
[Rap Verse]
She's out the in the sun, is underneath the stars
On a roll she'll try to go, don't get there in their cars
Biking for the nation of the future generation
[?] but to her it's a salvation
Riding through the streets and a sensation
Driven by the vision of the coming liberation
Silver wheels be shining if you see her from afar
Pull up in your [?], here comes one less car
[Chorus]
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh