Motorcycle

She’s on a motorcycle riding on the back

She’s got her Ray Bans and her leather jacket

holding on to Jack, don’t look back

A little time for something to take her off her track

she’s got a sentimental sweetheart whose

really good to kiss and that

A little heartbreak but more and more it’s cool

She lets her hair down

Wind and willow whimsical

Blame it on summer heat

When the moon is high

and the air is clear

and the sky is wide

Jack combs his hair in the rear view mirror

She lifts her skirt and walks along the shore

He checks his gun with his trigger finger

She’s got a plan when all is said and done

Blame it on summer heat

When the moon is high

and the air is clear

and the sky is wide

and the radio is loud

and the motor hums

and we roll like clouds

with the wild ones

You give me something I gotta believe in

You give me something I don’t know

You give me something I gotta believe in

You give me something I don’t know

A little heartbreak but more and more it’s cool

She lets her hair down

Wind and willow whimsical

Blame it on summer heat

When the moon is high

and the air is clear

and the sky is wide

and the radio is loud

and the motor hums

and we roll like clouds

with the wild ones

Here we go go go