Dashing down the street,
In his hi-vis, boots, and pride,
Yelling loud and sweet,
“Oi mate, you want a ride?”
Wavin’ with a grin,
Full of bogan flair,
Till a moped rider buzzed on by—
And knocked him through the air! HEY!

Ohhh—
Tradie yells! Tradie swells!
Swung a Bunnings drill,
But the moped ducked and popped a wheelie—
Down the hill with skill! Yew!
Tradie flops! Crowd just stops!
Filmed it for the 'Gram—
Now he's viral, bruised, and baffled,
Lookin’ like a ham!

Second verse, more curse,
Tradie’s seeing red—
Chasing down the scoot,
With a toolbox on his head.
Slipped on someone's vape,
Tripped on meat pie goo—
Turns out tough guys aren’t that scary
When they lose a shoe! WOO!

(Chorus)
Tradie wails! Ego fails!
Scuffed up on the curb,
That moped rider winked and waved—
Now he's the local verb.
Tradie grunts! Crowd just stunts!
“Oi bruz, that’s a crime!”
But even cops were laughin’
Said, “Mate, not this time!”

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