My Autorikshaw Bright!

Putt, putt, putt
I start out from my hut
early in the morning light

Putt, putt, putt
I roam the streets left and right
in my autorikshaw bright

Putt, putt, putt
The policeman demands his cut
You'd be a fool if you chose
to show him your butt

Putt, putt, putt
I carry a foreigner, white
in my autorikshaw bright
my meter runs like a jet flight

Putt, putt, putt
my pocket's not any more light
as i drive into the morning bright!
Alas, i run out of fuel, shite!
so i drive into the station, right
only to receive a bloody fright!
What with wars in Iraq mate (Note: Aussie accent for mate :))
my pocket's restored to being light.

But, but, but
i still have my autorikshaw, bright
as i drive along the streets, left and right!