now now Joe, just because you cant get hold of a 2006 sport to kiss and cuddle
I wrote a poem for you...
If your friend, was feeling poorly and depressed
And reacted angrily, to get it off his chest
And if you knew he could not sleep at night
You’d do whatever you could, to make it right
If he was your friend, you’d never doubt
The anguish he was in by going without
No parcel for him, to rip open, oh boy
No bike to build, no room for joy
No Haro at Christmas, despite all he say
No Haro either, on his birthday
It’s a cold winter wind that blows through his life
For without his Haro, no comfort just strife
Would you help that friend whatever the cost
And bring him back from where he was lost
It wont take much, I think we all know
Costing only a Haro 06 sport, for Joe
Ray.
