Grannies Cycling Days Are Over
My granny rode a bicycle
Till she was eighty four
We had to take it off of her
We couldn’t take no more
For every day she lost it
Forget where it was put
She’d find her way to our house
Arriving there on foot
“Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say
“It’s gone, I don’t know where
Kids today are heartless
I’m sure they just don’t care”
We’d phone the local station
The bobby knew the score
As usually she left it
Outside the co op store
Reluctantly we did it
Went round to grannies house
Crept into the garden shed
As quiet as a mouse
Took our grannies treasured bike
Dismantled bit by bit
Collected up the pieces
And we threw them in the skip
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