Jenny (alt. take) Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

One, two, one two three...
You roared into the driveway of our Southwestern ranch-style house
On a new Kawasaki all yellow and black
Fresh out of the showroom
The house faced west
So the big orange sun positioned at your back
Lit up your magnificent silhouette
How much better, how much better could my life get
900 cubic centimeters of raw whining power
No outstanding warrants for my arrest
Woah woah, woah woah
The pirate′s life for me I hopped on back of the bike
Wrapped my arms around you
I let my face sink into your hair
I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could
You were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air
And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon
We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on
900 CCs of raw whining power
No outstanding warnings for my arrest
High-diddle-dee-dee, goddamn
The pirate′s life for me.