text: Broken bicycles
  Old busted chains
  Rusted handle bars
  Out in the rain
  Somebody must
  Have an orphanage for
  These things that nobody
  Wants any more
  Septembers reminding July
  Its time to be saying ... good-bye
  Summer is gone
  But our love will remain
  Like old broken bicycles
  Left out in the rain
  Broken bicycles
  Dont tell my folks
  Theres all those playing cards
  Pinned to the spokes
  Laid down like skeletons
  Out on the lawn
  One wheel wont turn
  While the other has gone
  The seasons can turn on a dime
  Somehow I forget every time
  These things youve given me
  They always will stay
  Theyre broken... but Ill never throw them away
  Motor cars, handlebars
  Bicycles for two
  Broken-hearted jubilee
  Parachutes, Army boots
  Sleeping bags for two
  Sentimental jamboree
  Buy, buy
  Says the sign in the shop window
  Why, why
  Says the junk in the yard
  Candlesticks, building bricks
  Something old and new
  Memories for you and me
  Buy, buy
  Says the sign in the shop window
  Why, why
  Says the junk in the yard