Wake up in the morning
Open up the door
Roll my specialized 26
Across the floor

Tail gate down
Dew in hand
45 P.S.I.
Off to dirt land

Gonna climb that hill
Burn them legs
Just me and the woods
No whines or nags

First hill down
The wind in my face
Next hill up
This is my race

Me and the clock
My computer at hand
Me and my bike
Ravaging the land

Legs turn to jelly
Sweat rolls down my face
God bless Mother Nature
This is my place

Back down the hill
Roll across the bridge
Visions of cold ones
Waiting in my fridge