When I was younger I rode bikes and
scooters,
Cruising around with my favourite
suitors.
Now the wheels get entangled with my
dangling hooters,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.
When they follow behind and get trapped
in the door,
When they're less in the air and more
near the floor,
When people see less of them rather
than more,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
