stolen bike i’m riding tall - giving it my all ain’t no ride like a stolen bike i been from hollywood up through the northeast states and i’ve had some real good rides with a gift for tragic metaphor and stringing shit together in rhyme i did the stolen car, camaro skateboards and credit cards i had a six night stay in the palace hotel cherokee iowa i heard a shotgun riding a seaty down hollywood boulevard i get so hard i’m riding tall - giving it my all, ain’t no ride like a stolen bike the wind in my hair the sirens a’blarin ain’t no ride like a stolen bike a diamond ring for a pretty young thing and she took me for seven years a got a pink cadillac so a painted her black and rode it til i blew out her gear but that ccm banana seat thing was a hotrod like i never had i was a chrome plated outlaw a back alley king runnin like ontario trash i heard a shotgun riding apache it was 1974 but it ain’t no more i’m riding tall - giving it my all, ain’t no ride like a stolen bike the wind in my hair the sirens a’blarin ain’t no ride like a stolen bike i’m riding tall - giving it my all, ain’t no ride like a stolen bike the wind in my hair the sirens a’blarin ain’t no ride like a stolen bike ain’t no ride like a stolen bike