The c***t at Kilbowie roundabout in the X5 (no surprises there) who thinks red lights don’t include him who pulled out in front of me earlier, that was me calling you a f****n w****er The c***t with the blue golf who runs around here at all hours with the exhaust that sounds like a 747, you made the mistake of coming out in daylight hours and I spotted you Now that the dark evenings are here I can hunt you down and ram a bag of Roosters up yer old scrappers pipe