Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains,
Rusted handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
These things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying... good-bye.
Summer is gone,
But our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Left out in the rain.
Broken bicycles,
Don't tell my folks;
There's all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons
Out on the lawn.
One wheel won't turn
While the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
These things you've given me
They always will stay
They're broken... but I'll never throw them away
Motor cars, handlebars
Bicycles for two
Broken-hearted jubilee
Parachutes, Army boots
Sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
Buy, buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why, why
Says the junk in the yard
Candlesticks, building bricks
Something old and new
Memories for you and me
Buy, buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why, why
Says the junk in the yard