Oh boy!

My love is full blown

Even when it's bumpy

Put the canvas down

Lose that city frown

And head for the country

Yes the judder of death

Can make you feel jumpy

At 45, please don't laugh

My little Jimny loses grasp

Of what passes for reality

But the wind in your hair

Climbing mountains

Is why we're out there

Abandoning everyday care

To where pleasure fountains

And that red tonka toy

When the going gets tough

Screams out its rage

Turns a new page

And suddenly grows up