Biker, biker roaring past
In the street, night before last
What the hell possess-ed thee
To wake me up at half-past three?
On what distant motorway
Did you begin your ride that day?
On what tarmac didst you roll
From whence came you my sleep to troll?
And what hard shoulder fast depart
Could twist your manifold apart?
So that the popping of the sound
Could so reverberate around?
What did hammer your bike chain
To make it thunder in the rain?
What did make you choose my road
To burden with your heavy load?
When the stars – or sparks more like,
Flew from the tailpipe of your bike,
Did you wonder what fell fate
Left you back-firing by my gate?
Biker, biker roaring past
In the street, night before last
What the hell possess-ed thee
To blast me up at half-past three?
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