somebody's sister — Streets of Boston lyrics

Lyrics

Gets up in the morning
Drinks half a pot of tea
Puts on a long, white skirt
Socks up to her knees
Throws a poncho in her pack
Got her hair back, long and soft
Helmet strapped on her head
And she blasts off
Havoc in the streets of Boston
Biking to a better day
She doesn’t mind the rain or the shine
Gonna get there sometime
She don’t mind the traffic
She don’t mind the noise
Blazing a trail, wheel and rail
Riding 'cause it’s her kind of joy
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
Sweat on her forehead
Fumes in her eyes
Tail lights
They’ll go drifting by
Pushing through the traffic
Steady as she goes
Bumper to bumper, passing them by
Lemmings in their rows
Heading for the bike trail
Where the raspberries grow
She knows something pretty in the pit of the city
Where sweet, wild winds blow
Havoc in the streets of Boston
Biking to a better day
Davis Square, Chestnut Hill
Wild on Jamaicaway
She don’t mind the traffic
She don’t mind the noise
Blazing a trail, wheel and rail
Riding 'cause it’s her kind of joy
She’s out there in the sun and underneath the stars
On a roll she’ll try to go, don’t get there in their cars
Biking for the nation of the future generation
Think it’s transportation but to her it’s a salvation
Riding through the street and a sensation
Driven by the vision of the coming liberation
Silver wheels are shining and you see her from afar
Pull up in your, here comes one less car
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh