My Kind Of Guy

Well it starts as a joke, Like a stick in the spokes, Or removing a bolt from the brakes, Then a bicycle flips, Crushing ribs smashing hips, And he broke every bone in his face, Then you're out of control, And you can't fill the hole, That was left by the thrill of the chase, You're a right piece of work, All the flakes go berserk, Have you forgotten how good they taste? You're my kind of guy, 'Cos I like your style, And you sound as horrible as me, And I don't mind if you're unkind, You're reminding me of me, As the bicycle race, Gathers speed, gathers pace, And you feel that you're going too fast, There's a word to the wise, You should take some advice, 'Cos the nice guys always finish last, You're my kind of guy, 'Cos I like your style, And you sound as horrible as me, And I don't mind if you're unkind, You're reminding me of me, You're my kind of guy, 'Cos I like your style, And you sound as horrible as me, And heads will roll, As it takes its toll on you and me.