Holy Fit!
BOARDS & BIKES — 18/09/2015 — by Christian H.
Watching Tom Dugan ride a bike is fun. Filmed & Edited by: Stew Johnson – even funner.
Music by the Violent Funnes…. FEMMES actually . The Violent Femmes: it was abso-fitten-loutely about time that someone crammed out this song. Last person to have it in an “action-sport-video” was Jason Brown. The Jason Brown who delivered epic snowboarding by the time. Not sure though whether his jumping up and down reached the hights of Tom’s. This is simply sick – ADD IT UP!
Source: Fitbikeco.
And here are the lyrics to (ride) crazy!
ADD IT UP – by the Violent Femmes
But the day after today, I will stop and I will start
Why can’t I get just one kiss?
Why can’t I get just one kiss?
There may be some things that I wouldn’t miss
But I look at your pants and I need a kiss
Why can’t I get just one screw?
Why can’t I get just one screw?
Believe me, I know what to do
But something won’t let me make love to you
Why can’t I get just one fuck?
Why can’t I get just one fuck?
I guess it’s got something to do with luck
But I waited my whole life for just one…
Day after day, I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I’ll take a bow and say goodnight
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Have you kept your eye, your eye on your son?
I know you’ve had problems, you’re not the only one
When your sugar left, he left you on the run
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Take a look now at what your boy has done
He’s walking around like he’s number one
Went downtown and you got him a gun
So don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you’ve got my sympathy
But don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
So don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you’ve got my sympathy
But don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs
Can I mix in with your affairs?
Share a smoke, make a joke
Grasp and reach for a leg of hope
Words to memorize, words hypnotize
Words make my mouth exercise
Words all failed the magic prize
Nothing I can say when I’m in your thighs
Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother
I would love to love you, lover
City is restless, it’s ready to pounce
Here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce
Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother
I would love to love you, lover
City is restless, it’s ready to pounce
Here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce
I’ve given you a decision to make
Things to lose, things to take
Just as she’s about ready to cut it up
She says, “Wait a minute, honey, I’m gonna add it up!”
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!
Day after day, I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I’ll take a bow and say goodnight