Jenny (alt. take)* - Bonus Track

One, two, one two three...
 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 could my life get
 900 cubic centimeters of raw whining power
 No outstanding warrants for my arrest
 Woah woah, woah woah
 The pirate's life for me
 I hopped on 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 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 CCs of raw whining power
 No outstanding warnings for my arrest
 High-diddle-dee-dee, goddamn
 The pirate's life for me.