The biker boys are all out today
on their Hogs and scoots on this sunny day
They go all the way to Whitley Bay
but they don't dip a toe in the water
Their leathers are black and their helmets too
They're sweaty and oily and in need of a brew
but their days of drinking and fighting are through
and you don't need to fret for your daughter
'cos the biker boys are all granddads now
and only ride out when grandma will allow
and everyone's safe cos they can't 'member how
to do all those things they didn't oughter