Saturday morning It sounds like spring The birds are chirping And soon we will have wings We'll shake off the dust And go for a ride We'll loosen some rust And rise from the night 'Cause if you need some time to chill I've got exactly what you need The purring genie of your desires Has a black seat and little tires Jump on my Vespa We'll follow the horizons Chasing the clouds Like in a Western Two bandits On the run Jump on my Vespa Everything's still Looking from here Goodbye to pressure Just riding In the sun Buildings and trees Flowing beside They look like canvases Painted in bright light We're gonna ride Through summer and spring We will be rebel angels And these tires will be our wings 'Cause if you need some time to chill I've got exactly what you need The purring genie of your desires Has a black seat and little tires Jump on my Vespa We'll follow the horizon Chasing the clouds Like in a Western Two bandits On the run Jump on my Vespa Everything's still Observed from here Goodbye to pressure Just riding In the sun Jump on my Vespa We'll follow the horizon Chasing the clouds Like in a Western Two bandits On the run Jump on my Vespa Everything's still Looking from here Goodbye to pressure Just riding In the sun