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