You loved that bike and sad to say,

I loved it as well, that made your day.

Your little girl was growing up

To dream of winning that famous cup.

You'd take me out, we'd look around,

I loved to hear that roaring sound.

The feeling, when riding, of flying so high,

The feeling that I could touch the sky.

That's what you loved, it's what you adored

You'd ride out for hours, you never got bored.

You were vigilant and watchful and oh so alert

The best rider I knew, you never got hurt,

You were famous throughout Birmingham for luck and advice

No one could say you were anything but nice.

The blokes on the forum respected your views,

They'd have given anything to have been in your shoes.

They all looked up to you, Scratch, they want you to know,

They'd have followed you anywhere, wherever you would go.

But where are you now, Daddy?

You're not by my side,

Why did you go on that fatal ride?

I need you here to help me through,

I am nothing without you.