Oh I Rented a motorbike And all night I had the Fear... But onward, Oh how the terrifying choice Was clear So white! The moon was a wicked sight His cruel wife Had cut off an ear When the fog cleared I heard the voices of a million cheer This time The pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic But for the fortune I made In gold My heart bent Towards the circus tent A man in red Beckoned me near In his wild eyes I saw the faces of a million cheer He said, "This time, The pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score And you and Your hopeless romantics Will wipe the highway I pave In gold..." In his wild eyes, Oh how the terrifying choice Was clear This time... Oh the pleasure is all mine I've got your number I know the score And I'd be A hopeless romantic... But for the fortune I made The fortune I made The fortune I made In gold.