Emergency Naked Bike Ride (Those Poor Bicycle Seats)
Key: G major
Tempo: ~100 bpm (laid-back festival feel)
Strumming: D-DU-UDU (folk-rock pattern)
[Verse 1]
G C G
Saturday morning, the sirens cry,
Em C D
Not a fire, not a flood, just a flash in the sky.
G C G
The city’s awake and the people all meet,
Em C D
Bare as the day they were born on the street.
[Chorus (Hook)]
G D Em
It’s an emergency naked bike ride, oh my word,
C G D
Rolling through Portland like a flock of birds.
G D Em
The crowd’s in stitches, the tourists can’t speak,
C G D G
But oh, those poor bicycle seats…
C G D G
Yeah, those poor bicycle seats!
[Verse 2]
G C G
The mayor’s in sandals, the DJ’s in socks,
Em C D
A brass band is playing while traffic is blocked.
G C G
No helmets, no jerseys, no padded spandex,
Em C D
Just tattoos and body paint, questionable reflex.
(Chorus)
[Bridge]
Em C G D
From Burnside to Hawthorne, the bridges all cheer,
Em C G D
Bell chimes and laughter float through the clear.
Em C G D
If freedom had spokes, if joy had two wheels,
Em C D
This is the strangest parade Portland reveals.
[Final Chorus]
G D Em
It’s an emergency naked bike ride, don’t be shy,
C G D
Moonlight and sunshine, nothing to hide.
G D Em
A city united in bare-hearted beats,
C G D G
But oh, those poor bicycle seats…
C G D G
Those poor, poor bicycle seats!
(End with a big, triumphant G chord, let it ring out)