Algernon Cadwallader - Cruisin' lyrics
[Algernon Cadwallader - Cruisin' lyrics]
I'm not doubting the way it feels
To cruise the streets at
Night on training wheels
But when your helmet starts to pinch
You know it's time to call it quit's
You are a parody on parade
So engrossed in your own joke
That you forgot to laugh
And there's something bittersweet about that
Now you've got a bunch of innocent people
Riding the Chinatown bus
And you're the captain no air
No AC most of your passengers were
Just walking down
The street when they were captured
It's all about climbing into a paper
Bag and finding your way out
If you never tried to sell yourself short
Chances are you can breathe independently
Iron lungs are no fun, are they?
After hours of nothing
Nothing is biting because your bait is rotten
Waiting in line to become an item
To cruise the streets at
Night on training wheels
But when your helmet starts to pinch
You know it's time to call it quit's
You are a parody on parade
So engrossed in your own joke
That you forgot to laugh
And there's something bittersweet about that
Now you've got a bunch of innocent people
Riding the Chinatown bus
And you're the captain no air
No AC most of your passengers were
Just walking down
The street when they were captured
It's all about climbing into a paper
Bag and finding your way out
If you never tried to sell yourself short
Chances are you can breathe independently
Iron lungs are no fun, are they?
After hours of nothing
Nothing is biting because your bait is rotten
Waiting in line to become an item