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Twas the week before Christmas and all through the shed
Not a glimmer of hope we thought it was dead
That old Schwinn bike hung from the back wheel
would soon be reborn to be a big deal.
The Rat Rodders all watched with amazement and shocks
as the bike came together and knocked off their socks.
The Schwinn in the rack and me with my tool
I wrenched away trying hard to look cool
When out in the shed there arose such a clatter,
the neighbors rose from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
To see the old Schwinn saved from the trash
The rim hoops were rusty and covered in grime
it ain't easy documenting a build and speaking in rhyme.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a 6 pack of my favorite Coors beer
With a wrench in my hand and a rag in my pocket,
I took it apart every nut, bolt, and sprocket.
It had to be right by the time Christmas came
for if it wasn't I could not bear the shame
With everything clean it wasn't the same
I put it together each part by name
On fork, On rack, On Tire, fenders, and tube,
On! pedals, on! Crank, with fresh bearings and lube.
To the tip of bars went the nice clean grips,
Now dash away! Dash away! and try not to slip.
The bike was all done and the test ride complete
I hope that she likes it cause this thing is sweet.
So up to the house the old Schwinn will go,
With a new set of tires — and a big red velvet bow:
And then in a twinkling, I'll hear on the lawn
The reason this bike did not go on pawn
My girl and I will ride around and around
The rebuilt Schwinn not making a sound
It is dress'd in blue, from it's fork to chain stay,
Chrome on the fenders and more on the way.
A big red bow was flung on it's Rack,
Schwinn quality, Walmart is on crack.
It's paint— how it twinkled! It's fenders so shiny,
Every detail perfect no matter how tiny.
It's chrome rat trap rack now with a bow,
On Christmas day I hope there's no snow;
We'll ride along till we're out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and my girl a new (old) BIKE!
Not a glimmer of hope we thought it was dead
That old Schwinn bike hung from the back wheel
would soon be reborn to be a big deal.
The Rat Rodders all watched with amazement and shocks
as the bike came together and knocked off their socks.
The Schwinn in the rack and me with my tool
I wrenched away trying hard to look cool
When out in the shed there arose such a clatter,
the neighbors rose from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
To see the old Schwinn saved from the trash
The rim hoops were rusty and covered in grime
it ain't easy documenting a build and speaking in rhyme.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a 6 pack of my favorite Coors beer
With a wrench in my hand and a rag in my pocket,
I took it apart every nut, bolt, and sprocket.
It had to be right by the time Christmas came
for if it wasn't I could not bear the shame
With everything clean it wasn't the same
I put it together each part by name
On fork, On rack, On Tire, fenders, and tube,
On! pedals, on! Crank, with fresh bearings and lube.
To the tip of bars went the nice clean grips,
Now dash away! Dash away! and try not to slip.
The bike was all done and the test ride complete
I hope that she likes it cause this thing is sweet.
So up to the house the old Schwinn will go,
With a new set of tires — and a big red velvet bow:
And then in a twinkling, I'll hear on the lawn
The reason this bike did not go on pawn
My girl and I will ride around and around
The rebuilt Schwinn not making a sound
It is dress'd in blue, from it's fork to chain stay,
Chrome on the fenders and more on the way.
A big red bow was flung on it's Rack,
Schwinn quality, Walmart is on crack.
It's paint— how it twinkled! It's fenders so shiny,
Every detail perfect no matter how tiny.
It's chrome rat trap rack now with a bow,
On Christmas day I hope there's no snow;
We'll ride along till we're out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and my girl a new (old) BIKE!