Mod Scooter
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet
(The Who, Quadrophenia)
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
(The Who, Quadrophenia)
