Psychle sluts: part two John Cooper Clarke

the dirty thirty
the naughty forty
the shifty fifty
the filthy five
zips, clips, whips and chains
wait for you to arrive
bike boys by the busload
stupid how they strut
smoking woodbines till they’re banjoed
and smirk at the swedish smut
life on the straight and narrow path
drives you off your nut
by day you are psychopath
by night you’re a psycle slut

on a BSA with two bald tires
you drove a million miles
you cut your hair with rusty pliers
and you suffer with the pillion piles
built in obsolescence
and travel in your guts
you won't reach adolescence
slow down psycle sluts

motorcycle mike
wants to buy a tank
only twenty-nine years old
and he’s learning how to wank
yesterday he was in the groove
today he’s in a rut
my how the moments move
brut fun psycle sluts