5 November 2012
It was a three wheelin' trike Five hundred horsepower Made onlookers go ROWR! And on Dickie's skid lid a spike
Silver Lady was her name From her arse there issued forth flame If you had the bottle To give her full throttle She'd make all the others look tame
Dicky's singular lust Was for a nitrogen thrust He felt the need For rocket booster speed 200 MPH or bust
To him it was only a game He was Dicky by nature and name Garage became tomb As her engine went BOOM When he tinkered too much with her flame
Silver Lady and Dicky are no more Clapped out on the garage floor The lesson is learned Fiddle about and get burned Or at least incredibly sore...
Silver Lady • Opuss № I