Jenny

You roared into the driveway

Of our southwestern ranch-style house

On a new Kawasaki

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 silhouette

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

900 cubic centimeters of raw, whining power, no

outstanding warrants for my arrest

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, the pirate's life for me

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

you

And I sank my face into your hair

And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could

You were as 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 cc's of raw, whining power, no outstanding warrants

for my arrest

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