There was a young biker called Tony
Whom Kevin approached on his pony
He waggled his whip and told him to “Git!
But Tony was fit and started to hit
That snooty and clever dick rider
Kev felt such pain as he reached for his Rein
Brought down by a head punch decider.
But the end of this story
Leaves Kev with the glory.
Cos now he was dead as Tony had said
When we heard him admit that he wouldn’t quit
Till he’d stopped all the revvin’ of ‘twenty four seven’.
Now he’s rotting in hell and writhing in pain
As Saint Kevin with Mary breaks out the champagne.
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