Paroles: Cracker. The Golden Age. Bicycle Spaniard.

And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush

You've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light
Hanging like stars, hanging like stars

And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush

And Mary says, you're such a restless soul
My Bicycle Spaniard, my Magyar of cold

You've got an itch to find what's best left lost and cold
My Bicycle Spaniard, my poor restless soul
My Bicycle Spaniard, my poor restless soul

And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush