"Riding Bikes" Lyrics

Riding bikes
In the city of Boston
I worry 'bout my baby
I worry 'bout my baby

Her frame's not Italian
It's American nightmare
She got that shit on Craigslist
She got that shit on Craigslist

She just got a fixed gear
She asked me how to change gears
She wasn't ready for it
She wasn't ready for it

She lives in Somerville
The top of Summit Avenue
The highest hills in Boston
The highest hills in Boston

Riding bikes
In the city of Boston
I worry 'bout my baby
I worry 'bout my baby

I, I, I, I,
I worry 'bout, worry 'bout my baby

The first time her back wheel
Froze up like a frigid bitch
She wasn't skidding out
She was just wiping out

She wanted to impress
All the skinny tattooed fixer boys
But they just paid no heed
But they just paid no mind

She thought she was ready
For Massachusetts Avenue
She should have took the bus
She should have rode the T

Riding bikes
In the city of Boston
I worry 'bout my baby
I worry 'bout my baby

I, I, I, I,
I worry 'bout, worry 'bout my baby

Riding bikes
In the city of Boston
I worry 'bout my baby
I worry 'bout my baby

I, I, I, I,
I worry 'bout, worry 'bout my baby