When he was seven years old,
that he dreamt about every night
A jet black frame, red spoke wheels,
the world's best BMX bike
His best friend Ricky got one for Chrissy,
he'd show it off every day
Sitting on the grass, going nowhere fast,
this is what the kid would say
You can eat my dust, try to keep up
Man, I'd like to see you try
I'll add my pedal to the metal,
As I disappear out of sight
I won't even wave goodbye
that he'd think about all the time
With the scoop on the hood
when your power shift to overdrive
Up on the hill with a head
this is what the kid would say
I'll add my pedal to the metal,
As I disappear out of sight
When I get my wheels up on
ward in the wind, goodbye
Number one painted on the side
He may be young and he may be small
But you ought to see him drive
Tearing it up through conrod string,
If you listen close to what
this is what you're gonna hear
try to keep up, man I'd like to see you try
I'll have my pedal to the metal,
and I'm always out of sight
and I won't even wave goodbye
but man I'd like to see you try
I have my pedal to the metal,
and I'm always out of sight
and I won't even wave goodbye
and I won't even wave goodbye
and this is me waving goodbye you