Oh I Rented a motorbike And all night I had the Fear... But onward, Oh how the terrifying choice was clear
So white! The moon was a wicked sight His cruel wife Had cut off an ear When the fog cleared I heard the voices of a million cheer
This time The pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic But for the fortune I made in gold
My heart bent Towards the circus tent A man in red Beckoned me near In his wild eyes I saw the faces of a million cheer
He said, "This time, The pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score And you and your hopeless romantics Will wipe the highway I pave in gold..."
In his wild eyes, Oh how the terrifying choice was clear
This time... oh the pleasure is all mine I've got your number I know the score And I'd be a hopeless romantic... but for the fortune I made The fortune I made The fortune I made in gold.