Lyrics:
On my Harley down Main Street,
Engine roarin', feelin' the heat,
But here comes a cyclist, slowin' my stride,
Blocking my path, can't take this ride.

Pedal power, get outta my way,
Two wheels strugglin', while mine slay,
Country roads or in the town,
Cyclists everywhere bringin' us down.

Weekend ride, wind in my face,
But every corner, they're takin' my space,
In their Lycra suits, bright and tight,
Wishin' these cyclists would take flight.

Pedal power, get outta my way,
Two wheels strugglin', while mine slay,
Country roads or in the town,
Cyclists everywhere bringin' us down.

It's a battle of wheels, day and night,
Motor revvin', but they won't fight,
Just pedal on, through hills and plain,
Leavin' me stuck in their slow lane.

Don't get me wrong, they have their place,
But on the highways, they just waste space,
Man and machine, meant to go fast,
Wishing this cyclist phase would pass.