THIS IS MY STALLION PETROL NOSEBAG IT SHALL WANT

IT MAKETH ME TO BLUR THROUGH GREEN PASTURES

IT LEADETH ME PAST STANDING TRAFFIC

IT SHOWETH IN ME SIGNS OF PENSIONER CRISIS

IT ACCELERATETH ME IN MPH'S OF FRIGHTEOUSNETH

FOR MY OWN MAD SAKE

YEA THOUGH I RIDE SLOWLY IN THE VALLEYS OF ROSSENDALE

I WILL SEE NO SPEEDING TICKET COME THROUGH MY LETTER BOX

THE POT-HOLED ROADS AND POLICE RADAR VANS

COMFORTETH ME NOT 

I HAVE PREPAREST THE NEED OF A REPAIR SHOP

IN CASE OF ANY MECHANICAL UNPLEASANTRIES

SURELY COP CARS WON'T CATCH ME

ALL THE FAST THROTTLING DAYS OF MY LIFE

AND I WILL SPREAD THE SMELL OF OIL AND FUEL

ALL OVER OUR HOUSE FOREVER