Hey Kids We're the Missenden Flyers! (feat. TMF)
Motormouth
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Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer, street-fighter, ADV, trike or a scooter We're on the 413 and we're bound for Super Sausage, the Full Monty is an absolute delight Clutch in, one down, open up the throttle, not a cloud anywhere in sight Sausage egg and bacon, tea, beans and black pudding, fried bread, tomatoes and 'shrooms Changing up the box, getting close to the red line, tin cans choking in the fumes Weaving and filtering, dodging all the traffic, biking is a bit like having wings The sound and the power and the danger and the thrill, these are a lot of our favourite things We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion The lads and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires Come and join our club, we welcome one and all Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers We're cruising down a B-road and the sky is turning dark, this wasn't what was forecast on the app Sunshine, dry roads, perfect for a burn-up, now it looks decidedly crap That thick black cloud has appeared out of nowhere, I'm sure I felt a little spot of drizzle Might have to dismount and don a load of wet-gear, let's hope it's just a bit of superficial I can feel the pressure dropping, this don't look all that good, I reckon we are in for a soak What is going on with the Great British Summer, it's a meteorological joke Shutting down the throttle, gotta slow right down, I can barely see five feet ahead I don't think I have seen any rain quite like this, I'm wet in places I never knew I had We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion The lads and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires Come and join our club, we welcome one and all Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers Thankfully the rain's stopped, the sky is getting bright, no dramas, just a little bit of damp Winding on the gas, but something isn't right, check the dash for an engine warning lamp Nope, all good, but what can it be, 'cause the bike won't stop misfiring Some of that rain must have gotten in the engine, damaging the carbs or the wiring There's a BP ahead and they're all pulling in, time to stretch the legs and get some super juice I bet that's what it is, I've been running low on fuel, the sensor in the tank's come loose Top the tanks off, saddle up and hit the tarmac, bike's now running like a dream Giving it the beans and we're all making progress, heads down in the slipstream We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion The lads and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires Come and join our club, we welcome one and all Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers On the 422, take a right out of Buckingham, we've very nearly reached our destination Still in a 30, we don't want to get a flash, so we lay back on the acceleration Looking forward to the stop so we can all have a stretch and we can also have a catch-up and a babble Two miles to go and I think I smell sausages, me backside's nibbling the saddle Pull into the car park, over by the bikers, a multitude of other riders here Wall-to-wall bikes and a sense of camaraderie, everybody's grinning ear to ear The Scran don't disappoint, a plate full of heaven, served with a mug of Rosie Lee Finish up, saddle up, back out on the tarmac, ride safe and ride free We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion The lads and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires Come and join our club, we welcome one and all Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers Still in a 30, still in a 30, still in a 30, right, Nationals Drop it down a gear or two and twist the throttle to the stop A motorcycle symphony recital We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion The lads and the lasses apprehensive and excited for a blast out on the old iron Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires Come and join our club, we welcome one and all Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers Hey kids, we're the Missenden Flyers
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