Sixtys the new thirty
so I've bought myself a bike
a Harley with a heart of chrome
to replace my shopping trike

no more bingo nights for me
my engine gunning loud
I've joined with the Hells Angels
and left the knitting crowd

No more standing in the rain
with my bus pass and my brella
im off to find myself some fun
with a rather younger fella

My hair net now an helmet
painted to look like flames
and notches on my fuel tank
cause I can't remember names

So clear the road I'm coming
and I won't be slowing down
cause I'm taking back my freedom
from this stuffy little town

Lock up your single men
hide them safe and sound
because the boys will all be men
if by this gal there found

My Harley roars and I'm away
another notch I've carved
so sixty the new thirty
at least then it's been halved.