And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rushYou've got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light
Hanging like stars, hanging like starsAnd it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rushAnd Mary says, you're such a restless soul
My Bicycle Spaniard, my Magyar of coldYou've got an itch to find what's best left lost and cold
My Bicycle Spaniard, my poor restless soul
My Bicycle Spaniard, my poor restless soulAnd it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
But when you come down, it's one headlong rush
Songwriters
LOWERY, DAVID CHARLES/HICKMAN, JOHNPublished by
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