By the Time I Bike to Key West

(sung to the tune of By the Time I Get to Phoenix)
A Poem/Lyric by Dan Rappoport

By the time I bike to Key West, she’ll be wearing my vest.
She’ll be thinking I will never come back to her.
She’ll think that I ‘m kidding about the lack of hills.
Passing all the greenery will be noted as one big blur.

By the time I make Princeton, she’ll be praying
that my head is still attached.
She’ll laugh when she finds out I always finish last
’cause my bike keeps on getting snatched.

By the time I make Durham, I’ll be really smoking.
She’ll holler at me not to do that under the tent.
And she’ll wine that we never have any time well spent.
Tho’ time and time I encourage her to bike with us.
She just didn’t know; she could meet us by way of the bus.