orange anthem

Every Saturday morning and Thursday night

I hang out with a bunch of men in tights!

No not like Robin Hood and his merry band

Oh shut up about Cyclops and those X-men

No instead of shooting beams from our eyes

We believe the secret lies....between our thighs!!

Aluminium, carbon, titanium thats the deal

Hell some of us even have em made of steel!

Now before you think this poem unsuitable for the tykes

I'm merely referring to our trusty ol bikes!!

Bloody hell i need a girl friend.....