....to the tune of "My Darling Clementine". In a semi, down in Surrey, Waiting for a 419 Dwelt a journo, Mr. Murray, And his shite old bikes so fine. Oh my spammer, oh my spammer , Oh my spammer, 419! Gonna make you wish you'd never Sent that email, 419. His Ducati, seven fifty, Spark plugs were DPR9, Didn't run though, quite so nifty With one missing at the time. Oh my spark plug, oh my spark plug, NGK DPR9! Only one went in the engine Hold the ferry, Stena Line. Bought a little Kawasaki Quite a rare one so I'm told, Broke it up to sell the pieces, Was a model from a mould. Oh my Z1, oh my Z1, Of the small, replica sort! You were worth more disassembled Than you were when you were bought. Has a habit, finding loonies Makes them perforate their spleen, When they say they're going to kill him Cuts a notch beside his screen. Oh my death threat, oh my death threat, That the best that you can do? Heard them all a million times, I'm quite sure, I'll outlive you. Has a blind faith, pure and trusting In a Honda known to all, Makes a sign of benediction, Every time its name is called. Holy Pushrods, Holy Pushrods, Make this engine come alive, Make the Sign of Holy Pushrods Honda CG 125.
