D G D
Daisy! Daisy! Give me your answer true.
A D Em A
I’m half crazy all for the love of you!
D
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
G D
I can’t afford a carriage.
D A D A
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
D A D
Of a bicycle built for two.
Michael, Michael, this is my answer dear
I can’t cycle, it makes me feel so queer
If you can’t afford a carriage, bang goes this blinking marriage
‘Cos I’ll be blowed if I’ll be towed on a bicycle built for two
Michael, Michael, the coppers are after you
And if they catch you, they’ll give you a month or two
They’ll lock you up with wire, behind a Black Maria
So ding your bell and peddle like hell, cos the coppers are after you.