Too Fat To Be A Mod
I saw these lads on scooters
One Easter as a child
I fell in love with the chrome and mirrors
I adored their clothes and style
Carrying eggs for poorly kids
In a mile long convoy
So charitable and chic
Made an impression upon this boy
All my mates wanted to be famous
My aspirations seemed rather odd
... I knew from that day forward
I wanted to be a Mod
I left school and got a job
And earned my first pay packet
I decided to treat myself
To a Baracuta jacket
I bought a tailored suit
It was a little too tight a fit
Bought some drainpipe trousers
When I bent over they split
I owned some Chelsea Boots
And a pair of winklepickers
I purchased an old Vespa
Which played havoc with my old man’s ticker
I couldn’t sit quite right
Overbalanced, I wobbled
Lost control, clipped the kerb
Came crashing down on the cobbles
Eventually I came to
Was breathalysed by the Plod
‘Ok son, you’ve not been drinking
Just too fat to be a Mod’
I couldn’t believe what he said
This copper was talking shit
Yes I was packing a bit of timber
But I considered myself pretty fit
I played a bit of football
I made the first team squad
With muscular thighs and powerful calves
I didn’t think I was a slob
Over and above my S-belt
Was a completely different matter
A big beer gut and love handles
I realised I was getting fatter
I tried to diet and exercise
But I couldn’t pull it off
Faced with an addiction to chips and pies
I was too fat to be a Mod
I tried this, that and the other
Some methods I dare not mention
And when nothing else seemed to work
I sought divine intervention
I found myself in church
A different one each day
Kneeling before the altar
I prayed and prayed and prayed
Not one sin was committed
Each commandment was obeyed
With my spiritual enlightenment
I went to get myself weighed
At Fat Club in anticipation
The group didn’t make sound
Stood on the scales butt naked
I’d still put on two pounds
So now I am an atheist
And I swear there is no God
For all my graft and worship
I’m still too fat to be a Mod