Songtext von My Kind Of Guy

Well it starts as a joke Like a stick in the spokes Or removing a bolt from the brakes Then the 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