[Intro — spoken/hype] Gon' biking in Bogotá That's our plan With Juan Figueredo — he's our man Back wheel buzzing The sun and the breeze Bogotá breathing "Bienvenidos," please [Verse 1 — Candelaria to the Gold] Big blue bike line, barrio below Brick-built bridges where the buses blow Bolívar bust, pigeons breaking bread Candelaria blocks where the cobblestones bled Bell bite, brake bite, bump that curb Barely brush buses, but we brave that blur Gold Museum blazing, Bogotá's bright treasure Juan barks, "Bájale" — beyond all measure Brown-eyed babies on a balcony bright "Buenas, buenas," little hands go high Bold gold sun in a bottle-cap sky Backpack bouncing as the blocks blow by [Chorus] Bogotá by bike with Juan Figueredo (hey!) Bust the estereotipo — believe me, hermano Born and bred and brave, cerros altos Brave new Bogotá — baby, todo nuevo Believe, believe — beat of progreso. Bogotá by bike with Juan Figueredo [Verse 2 — Santa Fe to the Barrios] Santa Fe skyscrapers — big buildings bite the blue Book battles in the plaza, every brain's got a different view National Museum — bicycle culture, baby, that's our creed Bogotá built bike lanes before the world agreed Dana bring the breeze, Daniel bring the beat See-enna spinning brilliant, burning up the street Keera bending corners, blazing every block Emi in the back but she blow right past the flock More than just bilingual but I bite those bars "Bonito barrio, bro," bajo las stars Juan beaming, bandera on his back Bright band of bikers in a breathing pack [Chorus] ay "hermano" Back wheel, bare hands, barrio in stereo Bogotá by bike with Juan Figueredo [Verse 3 — Botero to the Market] Botero bodies by the bus-stop bench Bulky bronze bellies — Bogotá flex Brick dust breathing in a busted lung But the breeze by the bridge keeps the burn undone Coffee factory blazing, beans and beverages blessed Then the fruit market — best bite in the west Guava, lulo, baby — eight fruits on a plate Bogotá belly full, we eating great Eighty years debating, building just a bus Now the metro's coming — better late for us Broken bottle by the bus lane, brillando Big blue mountains in the back, brillando [Bridge — half time, breathe] "Vamos, vamos," Juan brings that beat Back streets, barrios, botas on feet "Más bonito by bike," he brags, "believe" Bogotá beats in the blood — just breathe Born here, bred here — Juan's boy, born right here By the clinic, by the park — bendición, no fear "We are good people," hear him say it bright "Buena gente, hardworking" — Bogotá tonight [Final Chorus — full blast] [Outro — fade] Less than ten miles... less than four hours... But a billion memories, baby... Bogotá... bicicleta... bonito... bueno... B-B-B-Bogotá...
