Lyrics

Ask about my problems, I won't tell you no lies
Every day I'm getting older and the more I compromise
I've got debts and doubts and worries piled up outside my door
Make me wanna ride my old bicycle down to the grocery store
Buy me some baseball cards and stick 'em in my spokes
And ride around the old gym and sneak a couple of smokes
Cruise around the car wash 'til the sun goes down
That used to be enough to make my world go round
I recall when I was younger, man, how I couldn't wait
'Til I got older, now it's getting too late
To go out and do all of the things that I did
I didn't know I had it made when I was a kid
I'd go rolling down a hill, on a yellow slip and slide
My friends would count to 20, and I'd run and hide
And we'd toilet paper houses, play a little king of the mound
That used to be enough to make my world go round, goes around
Now you can leave a message at the sound of the tone
You can e-mail or fax me, you can try my mobile phone
But I'm turning 'em all off, I can't take it no more
Think I'm gonna ride my old bicycle down to the grocery store
Buy me some baseball cards and stick 'em in my spokes
And ride around the old gym, sneak a couple of smokes
Cruise around the car wash 'til the sun goes down
That used to be enough to make my world go round
That used to be enough to make my world go round, still goes around
Written by: Mike McClure, Scott Copeland
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