They treated every day as if we’d planned ’em
It took a large plane just to land ‘em
NZ customs really should have banned ‘em
Once we had them we tried hard to strand ‘em
Thought we’d loose them with maps somewhat random
Thought we’d squash them, so into vans we crammed ‘em
But great credit we just have to hand ‘em
They biked up the hills as if we had planned ‘em
Even though all the drivers couldn’t stand ‘em
They held the road and those cars they just damned ‘em
We grew to like them and now we demand ‘em
Come back again so that I can think of a rhythm for this final line.