i'm heading off too Isle of Wight
laden-end up Harley Davidson bike
wearing my heavy leather clothes
then i'll go on countryside roads
stuff piling up, securing it all down
then head of shopping, around my town
so they'll appreciate my packing
ain't got time for any slacking
so then i'll wave and pose
to all my friends and foes
i'll straighten my beard
as packing's made it weird
revving up engine ready to go
bags are shaking, better go slow
they've started rattling too
two fell off didn't have a clue
so now arrived at the Isle of Wight
two bags have gone way out of sight
then get a phone call, lots of strife
yes you got it, forgot to bring wife
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