Jan and Janet – what a fine pair
I was green as grass but they didn't care
"Park yourself here mate, we'll put up your tent"
Arm in a sling I was battered and bent...
Merle and Shirl – they eased my bruised pride
"Don't sulk – we've all dropped it – just get up and ride!"
Tall, gorgeous Ria, a sight to see
On the wings of an eagle her Harley roars free
Brave little Ann – the voice of the mob
And Verna, so dainty, can rise to the job
Hell, I'm inspired with reverent awe
Truly, I've tried, but my arse is so sore!
Lucky for me the aim is "disgrace"
'Cos if worse is better I'm winning the race
I dream 'AGM' and bruises won't dim it
Someday I'll make the damn city limit!
Oh, Lady Ulyssians, hold your heads high
You don't have to win, you just have to try
You're a breed all your own, none can compare
You're a winner to gain such mateship to share
So grow old and giggle, take my advice
I got a side car to cart Janet's ice!
And my sister Ulyssians will grant my excuse
"Yeah, she's unbalanced, but still in good use!"
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