Oh, I, I rented a motor bike
And all night I had the fear (the fear, the fear)
But onward, oh how the terrifying choice was clear, oh clear
So white
The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife had cut off an ear (an ear, an ear)
When the fog cleared, I heard the voices of a million cheer, oh cheer
This time the pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
And 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, oh cheer
He said
This time the pleasure's all mine
I've got your number
I know the score
You and your hopeless romantics
Will wipe the highway I pave in gold
Doo doo doo....
In his wild eyes, oh how the terrifying choice was clear, oh clear
This time, oh the pleasure's 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