Prompt / Lyrics
[Horns enter with a fanfare — bright, brassy, triumphant — like a carnival arriving in town] [Aimee (spoken, with a grin you can hear):] "Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Psychos and skags. It's time to ride." [Bass walks down. Drums switch to a full shuffle. Band hits — one massive, joyful chord.] [Aimee (singing, cheerful):] "RIDE THE MEAT BICYCLE!" [Horns play the main riff — classic two-tone] --- [Verse 1 Sung — bouncy, clean] [Aimee, bright and clear, with a smile in every word] I woke up this morning with a spring in my step Found a brand new bicycle — never mind what's left Two wheels of wonder, one seat of dread A handlebar made of something that used to have a head The tires are a little flat — I don't mean the air I mean they used to be someone, and now they're just there But that's recycling, baby, that's the Pandora way One man's face is another woman's seat — hooray! --- [Chorus Full band — singalong, joyful] [Aimee:] RIDE THE MEAT BICYCLE! [Band:] (MEAT BICYCLE!) [Aimee:] THROUGH THE DUST AND THE RUBBLE! [Band:] (DUST AND RUBBLE!) [Aimee:] I'M A LITTLE BIT PSYCHO [Band:] (LITTLE BIT!) [Aimee:] AND I LOVE A LITTLE TROUBLE [Aimee:] RIDE THE MEAT BICYCLE! [Band:] (MEAT BICYCLE!) [Aimee:] PEDAL FAST, PEDAL FASTER! [Band:] (PEDAL FAST!) [Aimee:] IF YOU HEAR A SCREAM, DON'T ASK HER [Band:] (DON'T ASK HER!) [Aimee:] JUST RIDE THE MEAT BICYCLE — IT'S A MASTERPIECE OF DISASTER! [Horns play a rising, triumphant melody — pure joy] --- [Verse 2 Even bouncier] I took it for a spin down by the old skag nest A vault hunter saw me — said "that's not a bike, that's a mess" I said "sir, this is art — you just don't understand The seat alone took three good men and a marching band" He tried to run away — that was his first mistake My bicycle has feelings, and it likes a little chase I caught him by the collar, said "hop on, take a ride" He said "I'd rather die" — I said "buddy, that's the vibe" --- [Chorus Repeats] --- [Bridge Tempo drops to a stroll — classic rocksteady] [Bass and drums only — slower, swaying, intimate] [Aimee (sung, softer, almost tender):] Some people walk Some people run Some people sit and wait for the end to come But me? I ride. I ride something built from the ones who tried. Every pedal is a promise Every spoke is a prayer Every scream from the frame just means I'll get there faster [Aimee (spoken, matter-of-fact):] "It's not haunted. It's motivated." [Full band crashes back in — faster than before] --- [Horn Solo (16 bars — trading eights)] --- [Chorus repeats again] --- [Outro Breakdown to just bass and vocals] [Band drops out. Just walking bass and Aimee.] [Aimee (sung, soft, almost a lullaby):] Ride the meat bicycle Through the dust and the rubble I'm a little bit psycho And I love a little trouble [Bass walks down. Stops.] [Aimee (spoken, warm, like she's tucking you in):] "Goodnight, everybody. Don't let the skags bite. And if they do — Bite back harder."
Tags
Style: Traditional Two-Tone Ska Tempo: 150 BPM (upbeat, shuffling, joyful) Key: E major (bright, classic), female
Duration
3:25
Instrumental
No
Created
4/9/2026