Ah saw a boy who hud red herr
ah turned aroon he wisnae ther
ah turned wance mer an’ ther he wis
riding a bike that wisnae his.
It wisnae his that ah knew as soon as he came in tae view
cause it was mine the cheeky toad
two fingers up tae me he showed.
Ah shouted hey git aff mah bike use yer legs an’take a hike but he kept peddlin’doon the street
ah tried tae run but ah wis beat.
But then good fortune came tae call
he wisnae lookin’an hit a wa’
he went flyin’battered his heid
wis lucky he didnae end up died.
Ah picked him up gied him a shake
telt him he wis a slimy wee snake
then let him go cause he wis greetin’
ah shoulda gied him a bliddy beatin’.
Ah grabbed ma bike an’ walked on hame
mah bike wid never be the same
because a boy who hud red herr
hudnae money fur his bus ferr