Best wishes from the Birmingham Small Arms bicycle works.
You were riding your new Raleigh down the Coventry Road,
When I saw you.
I caught you up, I pushed you off, you fell to the ground,
Then I punched you black and blue.
Now five seconds later on you got my boot in your teeth.
Grinding won’t be easy to do.
But don’t forget it’s me who caused that blood on your brow.
And I can giya flat nose too.
No, I don’t like you.
I can’t believe you’ve got the nerve to ride that bike so near me.
Oh, I don’t like you.
I really don’t like it how you make cycling look so easy.
When you run away you’ll find,
You’ve left your precious bike behind.
You’d better let me keep it or you will be sorry.
Don’t ride round here, matey.
Don’t ride round here, nohhh.
Don’t ride round here, matey.
Don’t ride round here, nohhh.