Oh I
I rented a motorbike
And all night
I had the Fear...
（The fear,the fear...）
But onward,
Oh how the terrifying choice
Was clear,oh,clear

So white!
The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife
Had cut off an ear
（An ear,an ear）
Oh,when the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer
Oh,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
Oh,in his wild eyes
I saw the faces of a million cheer
Oh,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
Oh,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.