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 there
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