poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs
poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs
four-eyed bros
are jumpin’ those
high rise wheelie bikes
off the fresh curbs
when King Street was gravel
and handlebars were chopper high
it coulda been a trip for smokes
with a note from Dad to buy—
rides with four-eyed bros to secret forts
farmers fields made into tracks
was BMX before the gear
faded t-shirts on our backs
high rise wheelie bike
my banana seat is golden
sissy bar flares shiny fender
ape hangers tightly holdin’—
knobby on the front forks
wide white-walled slick on back
Kangol cap before the helmet
knee high socks for shin attacks
sometimes I laid ‘er down
skinned my suntanned thigh
bro patched up the dirty road rash
and back on flyin’ high
trickin’ with the gang
feelin’ summer groovy
Huffy, Raleigh, AMF or Schwinn
they shoulda made a movie
poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs
poppin’ wheelies in the new ‘burbs
four-eyed bros
are jumpin’ those
high rise wheelie bikes
off the fresh curbs
troysherdahl 