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
