OUT ON THE BIKE

Out on the bike
Out to play
There was me, Ricky and Ali
Up to The Welly for Cullen Skink
It was Ali’s treat
But he just had steak

We met some French tourists 
But he had no English 
So it was bonjour monsieur
And that was us finished
Fortunately his lady was able to translate 
So we admired his Goldwing
And bid him good day

Back through Killin, Kenmore, Aberfeldy 
We stopped in Crieff to put more food in the belly
We headed back home via Yetts o’ Muckhart
The bike’s in the garage and I am knackered 

We had so much fun
Without any sorrow 
Let’s do it again
Just not tomorrow