Jenny (Alt. Take)

You roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch-style house

On a new Kawasaki, all yellow and black

Fresh out of the showroom, the 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

I let my face sink into your hair

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