my koseit (silent i, non t) [My mosquito in Tamil]

Seven Oh, to One Oh Oh,
Not One Eight Oh,
No, No, No, because
We're no rempit yo,
"Whee! Whee!" We whizz,
See we as we breeze,
Bruur, Burr, our machines purr,
See our wheels whirl,
and twirl, we've got tespect
and we give em' plenty
To you, to him, to her,
Everybody gets em, on the run,
on the road, all the love.

Down in my koseit...

We don't slide,
Because we glide,
We don't fly
But we ride
Above all we scoot,
We just don't go vroom,
Like a magic broom,
With little or no boom,
We go with style
But we love to ride hard,
and we always abide, bide, the white tide,

Down in my koseit...


We happy few,
We happy band of scooterist...
When we ride the tide...


Down in my koseit...