Best Song Ever

de Mark Ronson

I run around town, around round the town
With the pedal to the me... The pedal to whatever (Repeat x4)

Shootin round these tricky bends
I hear a conversation in my head
Thinkin of the place to be
I sing a little melody instead
i won't argue with myself, today my legs are gettin some hell.
My mama tells me i should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that i roll
And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)
Gunna ride my bike until i get home
Gunna ride my bike until i get home
Gunna ride my bike until i get home
Gunna ride my bike until i get home

Thinking bout the girl I met, a phone call that I haven't made yet.
All the things I've done this week, and all the things I should've done instead.
I sweep the pavements and the parks; i hope i get home before its dark
My mama tells me i should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that i roll
And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)

I can't understand it, but i can't really stand them
Girls love cars, cars cause harm to the planet
Don't you wanna take a joyride on my tandem
Humming on a huffy, don't i look so handsome
Bass to bikes there so nice there priceless
Working on my calves the triceps to biceps, bypass the gas stop at traffic lights
i get a round round without a driver's licence
Hello (hello) you walking, (farewell) farewell I'm off then
And I'm whipping through the city with a 40 and a 50 Polly popping on my wheelie

My mama tells me i should stop
Go and get a real job
That can't be the way that i roll
And everybodys growing up, having kids and paying rent and im getting count of it all

(Chorus)

And I'm whipping through the city with a 40 and a 50 Polly popping on my wheelie

(Chorus)