I remember this well,

Coming back from Brighton.

Yet I didn't feel frightened,

Just before Brighton marina.

We had the Huntingdon killings,

With a dressed up passenger.

In the offside lane car in front,

Trying to pull off a stupid stunt.

Passenger of car acting a goof,

Started to open the sun roof.

Dressed up as the killer for fun;

Within his hands flaying about,

He stood up waving a gun.

Grasping the gun in both hands,

Pointed it at the man in the van.

I was thinking of ramming the car,

Dropping the gun won't get far.

As I got ready to ram he lowered the gun,

Then started to laugh, he did it for fun.

If the gun had been loaded,

Me feeling vexed l would've been next.

The car carried on on the coast road,

I took the rottingdean road round.

Called police after phone box was found,

Chased them by air as well as by ground.

Unmarked car's were waiting at address,

I called my boss told him what happened.

My life could have been at stake,

He said don't stay too long with the police;

You have some more deliveries to make!

The insurance wouldn't have covered me,

They would have classed it as ram raiding.

But I would have been covered by insurance,;

Crazy for everyone to see;

If he'd pointed the gun and shot me.