I've never seen
Nothing like the hips no never in my life
Like going up to heaven
And then coming back alive
Let me feel all about your ass-
And the world will so allow it
Ooh, give me a little time to‘Chu’
Warm girls riding'
in the many pink lights
Blue-eyed pornstars ringing the bells tonight

Here comes the Bike Queen
Posing in the pile
Fat-ass the Bike Queen,
Marching single A-sides
Take this, shake that,
Pulling them up big size
（March to the Bike Queen）

Put out the fire
'Cause I'm the hitman
A little white man
Sings bra-bra-brian songs
Bri-An, Bri-An, every finger pickin' up
He've only begun-begun
Sing it, play it, keep yourself alive big noise
（March of Brian of Queen）

Now I'm here curly-cool
You can be my sweet-lady
You be my honey-flash, yes

A voice from behind me reminds me
‘Spread your wings’is written by John
Remember
To the phrase of‘the speed of light’
A little bit of Freddie's joy
Every Roger do
Needs the girls and boys he calls all
（The girls and boys whom......）
A little bit of girls and boys
In each and every work by the man
Very cool he'll be under pressure
But even till the Aid of our lives
He'll bring a little hit

I grip with my left hand,
I ring with my right
I'm lord of all happiness
I'm queen of the race
I've got the big ass-
Now do the march of the Bike Queen
My life is in your ass
I'll fall and I'll be fine
I'll be what you shake me
I'll be what you wake
I'll be a bike-boy, I'll be your back-boy
I'll do the march of the Bike Queen

Cycling true to style
She rocks the world go round
Fat Bottomed Bike Queen
Beside that red fire light
She oils all her bikes,
And she never oiled her ass
Nuru,nuru,nuru,nuru......

Forget your singalongs and your lullabies
Surrender to the dancers on the fire-bikes
Ring on the saddle
In beat with the girls
To heaven with all of your ass-in-ass
But now it's time to be worn-
For Brian-
For Brian-