Bad Motorcycle

I was on my way to school When a fellow I did meet He took me by the hand And he told me I was sweet And I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom Yes, I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom We walked home alone He asked me for my phone He told me it was Dan And I know he went insane And I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom Yes, I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle I'm not drivin' by the place I knew this one was on the make He has the heart of a muffin 'Cause he was really sayin' somethin' He had my heart just on the shelf He is really somethin' else As I went home, sat down to wait He called me at eight not one minute late And I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom Yes, I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom (Instrumental & guitar solo) As I went home sat down to wait He dialed me at eight, not one minute late And I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom Yes, I knew by the way he spoke He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom He was a bad motorcycle, boom-boom-boom He was a bad, bad motorcycle. (Audience applause)