Lyrics

Well I’m a-bikin’ down the road, wearing white clothes
Multiples of four are what I find
Four eight twelve sixteen, square it and you’ll see
What it’s like to be in my mind

Countin’s easy, countin’s easy
Don’t let the fact that I am crazy, drive you crazy

Wawa gave me change again
15 pennies means a trip to the bank
Just find a place on your nightstand, and stack ‘em freely

Come on baby! This traffic is crazy!
The sight of double-parked cars makes my nose bleed

And I’ll lose the money of my friends
Chadwick’s will never turn a profit again
Too many bowling alley fries: you’ll gain the lbs

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
You know we’re servin’ speedies
You know we’re servin’ speedies