You roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch style house

On a new Kowasaki, all yellow and black, fresh out of the showroom

Our house faced west so the big orange sun positioned at your back

Lit up your magnificent sillhouette 

How much better, how much better, could my life get?

900 cubic centimeters of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest

Whoa, the pirate's life for me



I hopped on back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you

I sank my face into your hair

And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could

You were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air

And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon

We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on

900 cubic centimeters of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest

Hi diddly dee, goddamn, the pirate's life for me