I've got a bike...

You can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket
a bell that rings
and things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could
but I borrowed it.

You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I’ve got a cloak
It’s a bit of a joke
There’s a tear up the front
It’s red and black
I’ve had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

I’m really sorry, Steven
But your bicycle’s been stolen
I was watching it for you
Until you came back in the fall
Guess I didn’t do a good job after all

Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
no handlebars
no handlebars

(I can also keep rhythm with no metronome
no metronome
no metronome)

Poor, homeless and aged Gerald.

I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you’re avoiding me
I’m okay alone, but you got something I need

Ok, I was getting a little irritated we’d strayed so quickly from Syd Barrett but Melanie redeems all. And now: anecdote!

My wife is 13 years younger than me so when HP came out with their recent ad campaign we had profoundly different reactions. She was all “WTF is this tune they picked?” while I was violently hurtled into my toddlerhood when my folks would crank this up on the hi-fi. I had completely forgotten it so it was much to both our surprise when I started singing along to something I’d heard nearly half a century ago. And now I remember why all beetles are named Alexander–I honestly didn’t know why I addressed them so. Never mind why I would be talking to beetles in the first place. Guess that might explain the Syd Barrett.

On your mark
Get set
Go!

Looks like you missed the boat, but you could have bought it!
Meanwhile…

I’ve been looking all over the place
For a place for me
But it ain’t anywhere
It just ain’t anywhere

“He was passionate about, although not always competent at, DIY.”

My kind of guy.