The wheels on the bike go round and round

I was meeting a mate at the Bow Bar, but he called to say he was running late.

Luckily, when I got to Victoria Street, they'd laid on some entertainment.

A pleasant way to pass the time, enjoying a pint in the sun watching a bunch of crazy cyclists pedal hell-for-leather up the hill. And then go round the block and pedal up again. And again. And again.