"He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious?
He rode a 'ped, she thought they're gay, what more can I say?
He wanted her, she'd always tell, ""That c*nt can f*ck right off to Hell""
All of her friends stuck up their nose, they hated that bag of sh*t he rode.

(Chorus)
He was a scooter boy, she said ""You're a loser,boy""
His ride wasn't fast enough for her
Now he's a mod tosser, riding his Lambretta
Could life really get any worse?

Five years from now, she sits at home, talking about max speeds whilst prone,
She hits the streets, pulling wheelies, past scooter boy on his 50cc
She hauls the front end, the back starts to float, and she gets a stoppie on the go,
She flies along, gets her knee down, laughs at the c*nt doing 30 flat out.


Well done girl your thoughts are sound,
That scooter boy is just a clown,
Go and buy a real bike,
'Cause scooters are just real sh*te.
Too bad that he couldn't see,
See the thrill of Ducati,
Go get a fucking life,
Riding scooters just ain't right.

He's just a boy, she's just a girl, can I make it any more obvious?
He is in love, she hates his guts, scooter riders are all monkey sluts.


"