Motor Moped

Motor Moped

By Matt Purland

Can you give me an assurance that you mean what you say
Will you have sold it when I come back later today
I've always wanted a moped, and this is my big chance
A brown and solid gleaming motorcycle romance

I don't care if you laugh at me
I don't care if I can't really speed
Because the person on this moped is me
The person on this moped is me

I will polish her politely and touch her body lovingly
Won't cover her with stickers, or treat her slovenly
We'll be set free as we drive along together
And all my friends are saying "Can't wait to see you in your
leathers"

I don't care if you laugh at me
I don't care if I can't really speed
Because the person on this moped is me
The person on this moped is me

Oh what could have made you sell me down the river
It's disgusting and childish and makes me want to quiver
Say you haven't sold her - please keep me not on tenterhooks
I want my pretty moped - don't want any fender books

It's breaching your honour how you put someone on her
And watched him ride away - another sale, another day
What can you be thinking - my baby's gone and left me
My baby's gone and left me - bereft

I don't care if you laugh at me
I don't care if I can't really speed
Because the person on this moped is me
The person on this moped is me