Please engage your sense of humour before reading this post: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the authorâs imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Imitation, it is said, is indeed the sincerest form of flattery. To thank the replica set I've put together this ode, to the classic tune of Runaround Sue. My version is called Dieselly Poo. I'm aware this may be my forum equivalent of a black flag moment so I hope you enjoy the specially prepared lyrics. This works best if you sing the lyrics to the tune of the song. I'd sing them for you but alas my rates are more than Â£1.43 a litre. For those of you who do not know the umm... 'classic' song I've included a link to the original on Youtube: And so, without further ado, here are my lyrics. Come on sing along: Hereâs a story sad but true. Itâs about a one nine TDI I once knew. She took my all my cash then ran around. With all the real RS3 boys in town. Chorus: Hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady hayp. Ah, I should have known it when it wouldnât start. DRLâs wouldnât code, I was missing a part. Now listen ASN what Iâm telling you. Stay away from deiselly poo. I e-bay'd a badge for her face. No matter how I tried it looked out of place. So if you donât wanna cry to the mods like I do, Donât put a dodgy badge on your dieselly poo. Chorus: Hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady hayp. Ah, so low she scrapes the ground. So blinded I canât see she looks like a hound. Now people let me put you wise, Girls only go out with real RS3 guys. Here's the moral and the story from the guy who knows, An RS3 has spark plugs not glows. Ask any fool that one nine TDi ever knew, they'll say Keep away from-a dieselly poo. Chorus: Hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady, hayp hayp Bumda hady hady hayp.