Riding On My Bike

I'm riding on my bike

I'm going round the block

No, I can't cross the road

I'm not allowed to do that

I'm so happy here 'cause

I'm just riding on my bike

I'm going round the block

I'm checking out the dogs

Barking as I pass them

Barking back, I laugh and

I ride on on my bike

I'm going round the block

I'm singing to myself, la-la-la

I'm counting purple flowers

And I'll do this for hours

Happy riding on my bike

I'm going round the block

I'm like an ice cream truck

I'm tasting all the flavors

I'm waving to my neighbors, hi!

While I'm riding on my bike

I'm going round the block

I'm counting all the cracks, six, seven, eight

Yeah, I'm the pavement agent

And my house is the station

And I ride past on my bike

I'm going round the block

My tummy's rumbling

My mama's selling tickets

To broccoli and fish sticks, I'm hungry