Lambretta Boy Lyrics - The Softies

I'd like to imagine 

Your kiss is like dynamite 

I didn't think 

That you would call me tonight 

I like you, things you do 

You're mod through and through 

Let's go for a ride 

On your sparkly Lambretta 

I'll sit you behind you 

And cling to your sweater 

I like you, things you do 

Let's talk about The Who 

It's all tight trousers 

And records to you 

Let's wear our parkas 

And sport big hair-dos 

You're only 16 

But you seem so much older 

I'm 25 now 

And I can't get much bolder 

I like you, things you do 

Wish I wasn't too old for you 

Lambretta boy