I think I'd love to own a motorbike Two wheels and leather gloves Sound like something I might like But it might get hard to explain that sorta thing A readers poll suggested The top five reasons for everything were right Signal from inside I found a message and it was pocket-sized By 1983 But you'll always be a hundred to me Think I'd love to give you a ride someday Hop on the back, sweetheart Doesn't sound like something I might say So it might get hard to explain myself to you A readers poll, a top five list Or you around my hips would do Signal from inside I found a message and it was pocket-sized By 1983 But you'll always be a hundred to me You'll always be a hundred to me I think I've learned that I should count by twos Odd numbers like thirteen don't sound like something I would choose 'Cause from now on we will always be up here And I will try to pluralize as long as you're still there 'Cause I think I'd love to ride my motorbike again Let's take it for a spin