The Yobbo Poem by Francis Duggan

The Yobbo takes his mates out for a drive
And the faster he accelerate the greater is their thrill
The other motorists at the speed limit drive
And he pass them as if they were standing still.

His mates drink beer and urge their driver on
But he has the accelerator pedal to the floor
He speeds on at one hundred and sixty K's an hour
And he's never gone as fast as this before.

He reach home safely luck is on his side
But things might have been different had the road been wet
He had shown his mates how fast his car could go
But once too often he will dice with death.

One day he'll take his mates out for a drive
And it well may be the last one they will take
At speeds of one hundred and sixty K's an hour
One only has to make a slight mistake.

The yobbo takes his mates out for a drive
And there is none who dare drive fast as he
But death is only one mistake away
And yet the danger he doesn't seem to see.