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A Triton rumbles
on the North Circular,
with his leathers full of bombers
its a chase
to the Ace Cafe.
They came from Gunner Vinnie
by the old marshall Yard,
He made his own ration
to try to help to
heal his scars.
There's no limit
on the ton up boy
there's no limit
Ton up boy.
At the Hanger Hill Home
for orphan boys and girls
Sister Mary was the closest
to a family he'd ever known.
If he'd fetch a pint of gin
she'd tell him everything she knows.
his daddy was a pilot
and is mamma was
a lady in pearls.
On a featherbed in fog
under the Union Canal,
long before you see him
you can hear
the Triumph growl.
Wild eyed Irene
sits astride her Gold Star,
she's such a thing of beauty,
you can see how she stole his heart.
There's no limit
on the ton up boy.
There's no limit
Ton up boy.