O I I rented a motorbike
And all night I had the fear
but onward [ and onwards ]
O how the terrifying choice
Was clear . . . clear
So white the moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife had cut off an ear
Oh when the fog cleared
I heard the voices [ I saw the faces ]
of a million: cheer oh cheer
This time the pleasure's all mine
I've got your number I know the score
And 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 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 paved in gold
In his wild eyes oh how the terrifying choice
was clear... clear
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