Flipped the little man,
Last ride, thump to his back
Throw him on my shoulders and give him the rack.
Won’t nod away, keep charging my way,
not much I can do to keep them at bay.
Pick him up, spin him round,
lay him up, throw him down
only to hear that giggling sound
They won’t give in these little men,
looking up to me, its “do it again!”
