Blowin' in the wind

[sam]

Happy birthday Zimmy. In large print because you're 71 now.




How many roads must a man ride down,
before you call him a man?
How many times can he ride down that road,
until he's hit by a white van?
And how many times can man SMIDSY man,
before he is forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can some potholes exist,
before the streets are hole-free?
How many years must us cyclists exist,
before we are safe from A to B?
And how many times can a motorist say,
though we're here, that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
And see that it looks like rain?
How many hills must one man climb,
before he can walk without shame?
And how many times must the wind push him back,
can I end this without sounding too lame?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.