Bad Motorcycle - Tracey Ullman

I was on my way to school when a fellow I could meet

Took me by the hand and he told me I was sweet

And I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

Yes I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

As we walked down along he asked me for my phone

He told me his name and I told him the same

And I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

Yes I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

Got on the jiving about a fling

He knew just what was happening

He had my heart just a pumping

But he was really saying something

He had my heart up on a shelf

Good he was really something else

I saw him and went home, sat down to wait

He called me at eight, not one minute late

And I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

Yes I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

I saw him and went home, sat down to wait

He called me at eight, not one minute late

And I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

Yes I knew by the way he smoked

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle

He was a bad motorcycle