| Song | Riding My Bicycle (from Ragnvalsbekken to Sørkedalen) |
| Artist | Team me |
| Album | To The Treetops! |
| Bloodsucking ones | |
| Tapping your shoulder | |
| Finally, at last | |
| I guess you made it | |
| It makes your mother smile | |
| And now she can't | |
| Stop her flood of compliments | |
| I guess you made it | |
| Rediscover her | |
| Let her know | |
| What's on your mind, on your mind | |
| Go up and tell her | |
| Tired teen machine | |
| Design these days | |
| These rhapsodies, melodies | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| Thru the eyes and ears | |
| And to your brain | |
| dance the dance, sing the words | |
| You know you need it | |
| Then I'll sing for you | |
| A lullaby, a rhapsody, a melody | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| With all the colours in the world | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| 'Cause you know so well | |
| This could easily be | |
| All you’ll ever get |
| Bloodsucking ones | |
| Tapping your shoulder | |
| Finally, at last | |
| I guess you made it | |
| It makes your mother smile | |
| And now she can' t | |
| Stop her flood of compliments | |
| I guess you made it | |
| Rediscover her | |
| Let her know | |
| What' s on your mind, on your mind | |
| Go up and tell her | |
| Tired teen machine | |
| Design these days | |
| These rhapsodies, melodies | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| Thru the eyes and ears | |
| And to your brain | |
| dance the dance, sing the words | |
| You know you need it | |
| Then I' ll sing for you | |
| A lullaby, a rhapsody, a melody | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| With all the colours in the world | |
| With all the colours that you want | |
| ' Cause you know so well | |
| This could easily be | |
| All you' ll ever get |