Two little boys had two little toys
Easy Riders both of course
Gaily they played each summers day
Up a mountain named after a dead horse
One little chap then had a mishap
Passing a cramping Saint Nav
Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
As his young Easy Rider mate said
Did you think I would leave you crying
When there’s room on my wheel for two
Pedal up here, Danny Boy and don’t be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we’ll both be Foundation Members
And our bicycles will not be toys
And I wonder if we’ll remember when we were
Two little boys
Long hours past, “undulations” ridden so fast
Bravely they cranked away
Flat tyres popped loud and in the sag wagon
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shout, Saint Nav finally crashes out, after admittedly giving it his all
the previous day
Cathie crests the rise and flogs all the boys, categorically winning the day
And then Simba to Danny says…
Did you think I would leave you dying
When there’s room on my wheel for two
Suck back another gel Danny, we’ll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Danny I’m all a tremble, perhaps it’s the carbo load
But I thinks it’s that I remember when we last did the Fluffer with Big Goads
Do you think I would leave you dying
There’s room on my wheel for two
Climb up this Godforsaken hill Danny, we’ll soon be flying
Back to the crystal cranks so true
Can you feel Danny I’m all a tremble, perhaps it’s because in a coupla weeks
We’re going to feel even worse than we do now when we have a crack at Three Peaks!