O I rented a motobike
All night I had the fear
But onward
O how the terrifying choice was clear o clear

So white
The moon was a wicked sight
His cruel wife
Has cut off an ear
O when the fog cleared
I heard the voices of a million cheer o cheer

This time the pleasure's all mine
I've got your number I know the score
And I'd be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune that I made in gold

My heart bent
Towards the circus tent
I man in red beckoned my near
O in his wild eyes
I saw the faces of a million cheer o 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"

His wild eyes
O how the terrifying choice was clear o 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 that I made
The fortune that I made
The fortune that I made
In gold