It all started so normally, they all seemed like such nice people but then as we arrived at our Refuge in the Picos a few changes started to happen.
It started subtly with a few people wearing dark shades even though the sun had gone down, then the odd baseball cap being worn back to front, and before we knew what was going on the whole group had turned into a bunch of Crazy rapping mo-fo’s, heres the shocking pictures and lyrics from that fateful night.

BIKE BIKE BABY
 

In the saddle, with Skedaddle
Girls are fit so they can battle (pronounced “baddle”)
Boys r crazy
Never lazy
Falling down mountains cos they are racy
Guide is hopin’
We r copin’
Tryin’ to find routes so we’re not mopin’
Bike Bike Baby
C’mon and Bike Bike Baby
 

In the saddle, with Skedaddle
Where’s a seat that I can straddle?
Girls r talkin’
Boys r walkin’
Bikini girls – the guide’s a gawkin’
Go get the bitches
Outta the ditches
Make sure you don’t submit those pictures
Bike Bike Baby
C’mon and Bike Bike Baby
 

In the saddle, with Skedaddle
Never seen such frisky cattle
That’s f******’ cheek
Climb of the week
And where’s Jimbo our biking geek?
He’s over there, talkin’ bout Bruce the bear
And singin’ bout a goddamn koala bear…
Bike Bike Baby
C’mon and Bike Bike Baby
 

In the saddle, with Skedaddle
Meadow biking makes me rattled (pronounced “raddled” – dumb, but ran out of rhymes)
Alan high, or Alan low?
Where the F@&* did Chulo go?
Vic still hums, got her gums round plums
Can she really be so dumb?
Bike Bike Baby
C’mon and Bike Bike Baby
 

In the saddle, with Skedaddle
Nearly finished this mindless tattle (pronounced “taddle” – yes, I know, shut-up)
Really not funny
Got a dodgy tummy
Gonna have to use old Rueben’s dunnie (NB. Philipp – “dunnie” is Aussie slang for toilet)
Excuse me please
Might’ve been the cheese
I’ve gone and messed my new budgies!!!!!!!!