Broken Bicycles / Junk

Broken bicycles, old busted chains With busted handle bars out in the rain Somebody must have an orphanage for All these things that nobody wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying good-bye Summer is gone, Our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain Motorcars, handlesbars, Bicycles for two. Broken-heated jubilee. Parachutes, army boots, Sleeping bage for two. Sentimental jamboree. Buy! Buy! Says the Sign in the shop window. Why? Why? Says the Junk in the yard. Broken Bicycles, don't tell my folks 'Cause all those playing cards pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn The wheels won't turn when the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time For all the things that you've given me Will always stay, there broken but I'll never throw them away Da di ya da da da di ya. Da di ya da da. Da da da da da da