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
The pirate's life for me

I hopped on 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