>G C D G (X 2)GI think I'll go for a rideCTake the bike out of the shedDMake a fresh startGGet out of my headWhen the head spinsThere is no joyPut me up on the saddleI'm just a little boyA little boy on a missionLike the Tour de FranceLike Fred and GingerWhen they were doing their danceTo the sound of the rubberOut on the old bog roadThrough the gorse and the heatherI'm as free as a birdIt helps me rememberHow good it used to beWhen I was a kingThe bike, the road, and meG C D GI think I'll go for a rideGEvery ride has little victoriesCChallenges and trialsDYou hope the skies won't openGWhen
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