Mah bike is broke, the wheels staun still ah'm feelin' kinda ratty
Ah'll hiv tae spend some cash gey soon an' get a new Ducati
Aw reed an' black wi' jist wan seat, a pillion ye don't need when fleein' doon a country lane an gaun at a richt speed
But cam'ras hide ahent the dykes, jes' waitin' tae go flash!
An pile yer licence high wi' points as weel as takin' cash
Ah'll trade the Norton in wan day and once mair tak up racin'
Then nae blue lichts I'll see ahent jest ithers that are chasin
But years ago when boys were boys and I was yin as weel
Ah hudnae fear o' fa'in aff or battlin' wheel tae wheel
No like jest noo cos aw thae years o' damage done tae bones
Means sair bits aye an' bits patched up an' even kidney stones
So get the boys aw gethert roon and hae a richt guid craic
An mind the times o' winnin flags at ony racing track
But that wis then an' this is noo an' time his fin'lly caught on
Ah don't think ah'll get a new bike, I'll stick wi' my auld Norton