cho: Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
Additional chorus versions:
Harry, Harry, here is your answer true.
I'd be crazy to marry a jerk like you.
There'll never be any marriage
If you can't afford a carriage
And I'll be switched (As is hit with a switch)
If I'd get hitched
On a bicycle built for two.
Richard, Richard, here is your answer true.
You're half crazy if you think that will do.
If you can't afford a carriage,
There won't be any marriage.
Cause I'll be switched
If I'll be hitched
On a bicycle built for two.
Daisy,Daisy the coppers are after you,
If they catch you,you know what they will do.
They'll tie you up with wire
Inside a Black Maria
So ring your bell and pedal like hell
On a bicycle made for two!
Peter, Peter, here is your answer true.
I'd be crazy, to marry a lad like you.
If you can't afford a carriage -
there won't be any marriage.
And I'd be dead, before I'd wed
on a bicycle built for two.
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Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
I'm half crazy, just to make love to you
You make me all hot and sexy
So let us call a taxi
My kind of fun, just can't be done
On a bicycle built for two.
Michael, Michael, here is my answer true
I won't cycle, it leaves me all black and blue
There won't be any marriage
If you don't get a carriage
for I'll be blowed
If I'll be stowed (towed?)
On a bicycle made for two
Michael, Michael, here is your answer true:
I won't cycle, all for the love of you.
If you can't afford a carriage,
There won't be any marriage.
'Cause I'll be damned
If I'll be crammed jammed
On a bicycle built for two.
Maxie, Maxie, here is your answer true:
I'm not crazy all for the likes of you.
If we can't afford a carriage,
There won't be any marriage,
'Cause I'll be damned if I'll be crammed
On a bicycle built for two.
Barkeep, Barkeep, give me your answer true:
I'm half crazy over the foamy brew.
I haven't got any money,
But wouldn't it look funny,
Me staring at you, across the bar,
Without a drink in my hand.
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