Ton Up Vicar

Ton Up Vicar

Rev it up Rev, Rev rev it up,
Pull the throttle back baby, baby you’re Heaven bound

Got a Bible in my leathers, there’s no-one quicker,
You can call me Bill, I’m the Ton up vicar,
Ton up vicar – leading his flock,
Ton up vicar – a hundred on the clock,
Spreading the Triumph all around the Hangar Lane.

BSA Norton, I’m a holy stand kicker,
Smoking my pipe, it’s the ton up vicar,
Ton up vicar – pride of ’59
Ton up vicar – takes the racing line,
Giving the blessing to the coffee bar cowboys tonight.

I wore my dog collar, under my scarf,
They said “Blimey Father Bill”, but I had the last laugh.
Ton up vicar – sorting out the sinners
Ton up vicar – from Hackney Wick to Pinner,
Let the Pathe news crow it all over the world.

I’m watching my flock, from up in the clouds,
Gunning my twin, and shouting out loud,
Ton up vicar – with a moral code
Ton up vicar – from the knights of the road
Looking down from Heaven on the north circular track.

Rev it up Rev, Rev rev it up,
Pull the throttle back baby, baby you’re Heaven bound

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