My Kind Of Guy — Kaiser Chiefs

Well it starts as a joke Like a stick in your spokes Or removing the bolt of the brakes

Then the bicycle flips Crushing ribs smashing hips And he broke every bone in his face

Now you're out of control And you can't fill the hole That was left by the thrill of the chase You're a right piece of work All the flakes go berserk Have you forgotten how good they taste

You're my kind of guy Cos I like your style And you sound as horrible as me And I don't mind if you're unkind Cos you're reminding me of me

As the bicycle race Gathers speed, gathers pace And you feel that you're going too fast Theres a word to the wise You should take some advice As the nice guys always finish last

You're my kind of guy Cos I like your style And you sound as horrible as me And I don't mind if you're unkind Cos you're reminding me of me

You're my kind of guy Cos I like your style You sound as horrible as me And heads will roll As it takes its toll On you and me