[Verse 1: Mod-rock male lead, sharp and clipped over the pounding drums] August bank holiday down on the front Two hundred scooters and the smell of the hunt Parka on my shoulders that I bought in sixty-nine Same old machine and the same old spine Lads on the new ones with the button and the glow Laughing at the rust on my mirrors in a row Grandad, they say, where's your walking stick I said son, I don't need one, I got a kick [Pre-Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, building, engines revving] Up to the cliff road, everybody line up Ninety-nine machines and a sixty-seven-year-old pup [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] Still kicks, still kicks, one kick and she goes Rust on the mirror and the parka on the rows Laugh at the old man, laugh at the old tricks Watch me up the hill, son, she still kicks [Verse 2: Mod-rock male lead, faster, the bass driving] Halfway up and the new ones start to whine Smoke out the back and a light on the line Push the little button and it clicks, clicks, clicks Nothing in the motor and they're out of their wits I stand on the pedal like I stood in sixty-nine Down with the boot and she answers every time Two-stroke barking with a smoker's cough Passed the whole parade and I tipped my hat off [Pre-Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, building, engines revving] Up to the cliff road, everybody line up Ninety-nine machines and a sixty-seven-year-old pup [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] Still kicks, still kicks, one kick and she goes Rust on the mirror and the parka on the rows Laugh at the old man, laugh at the old tricks Watch me up the hill, son, she still kicks [Bridge: Mod-rock male lead, full band hits, four hits together then the riff explodes] One, kick, two, kick Wages from the docks paid her off in a year Married on the back of her, buried my dear Half a century and she never once quit Neither did I, son, neither did it [Verse 3: Mod-rock male lead, roaring, scooters behind him] Top of the cliff and the sea's on fire Gulls going mad and I'm leaning on the tire Lads come pushing with their faces all red Grandad, they say, can you show us instead Showed them the choke and the pedal and the knee Showed them the way that she always starts for me Kids on their phones taking pictures of the bike Old man and his scooter, that's what it looks like [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full band, every word on the snare] Still kicks, still kicks, one kick and she goes Rust on the mirror and the parka on the rows Laugh at the old man, laugh at the old tricks Watch me up the hill, son, she still kicks [Outro: Mod-rock male lead] One kick [End]
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