You thought you had escaped young man
but listen while I rhyme
tales of lust and longing
And Daves much earlier times
For when Dave was a wee lad
And other lads dreamed of shes
He dreamed of chrome and rubber
And similar fetish ees
He dreamed of wearing leather
Tight around his bod
Of thwobbing power between his legs
dirty little 'clod'
His normal lusts sublimated
Away from girls (or boys)
Towards things that roared(or spluttered)
Dangerous bright toys
His parents were demented
Tearing out their hair
When he went out on his moped
His mum needed new underwear
He puttered round Wolverhampton
Feeling very cool
But 50cc of pleasure
Was not enough at all
The pin ups on his walls
Somehow lacked perversion
For Kawasaki and Yamaha
Is a far far different version
His fantasy was not around
Boobs of 44EE
But something that was measured
in units of cc
He grew up and money
Made it possible to crave
The fulfilling of the fantasy
Of little Sunny DAve
A bike to join the big boys
At rallies and at meets
Somewhere he could perve about
The leather on the seats
The shiny bits the power bits
The bikes of every type
And the tempting little orifice
at the end of the exhaust pipe
Then one day after sinking
Beers with Cazz and Fluff
His mind wandered back to childhood dreams
And dark and dodgy stuff
The firemen ,summoned fell about
The ambulance crew the same
The Nurses in the A and E
will remember this mans name
When night shifts are long and boring
And nurses reminisce
One patient will come swift to mind
And filled with evil bliss
Remember that man from Wolverhampton
Oh bl00dy hell of course
He got drunk and we had to remove
His d i c k from his exhaust