I’m travelling along

Singing my song

No worries on my mind

I hear the Screeeeeam!

Of a police siren

Someone’s crossed the line

But I’m okay, I’ve checked my speed

Three points on my licence I don’t need

Now 32 in a 30 zone

Sure won’t make those blue boys moan

But here what’s this he’s waving at me

“Pull over” he shouts, does he not see

I’m only doing 30 , well 32, maybe three

Go away stop picking on me

So just beware

All you out there

They don’t have to be there

They just have to see there

On their sneaky, secret snaps

So check your speed on all route maps

Don’t get caught by the ghostly ghouls

Don’t let them flaunt their highway rules

It’ll cost you dear, three points, sixty quid

Or you can ‘fes just what you did

Go to the class to learn to drive?

Listen to the man keeping you alive

At least you’ll escape police condescension

You’ll be the expert on speed prevention

No blotted licence, no insurance hike

Better still, get on your bike!

But a wee postscript I’m adding to this rhyme

It weren’t all bad doing my time

If you get a chance go to this class

It’ll change your mind about driving fast

Here’s a point I’d like to make

This speeding class you’ll have to take

Point number two you’ll be totally shocked

To learn the truth, my world was rocked

At 32 in a 30 zone

Whether or not you’re on your phone

You will not stop in time my friend

You’ll hit that child, your life will end

That’s point number three

Every speed limit sign you see

The were all put up in memory

To those who died, for every name

A driver  holds his head in shame

So don’t speed

There’s no need

Just cruise along singing your song

With not a worry on your mind.