His m-bike's clean
You polish that thing
He looks her over
More than me
But I won't let it
Get to me
Yeah, he can play with
His machine

Night or day
Rain or shine
Looks at her shape
Not at mine
I'm not complaining
I think it's neat
Yeah, he can play with
His machine

But all he's speaking
And all he sees
Is just his motor...bike, not me
No, I won't let it
Get to me
Can't stop thinking of
His goddamn machine

Motor
Motor
Motor
Motor

Take that lady
Coasting west
Ride his motor
Over the edge
Yeah, I could break her
Break her, break me
But get rid of that
Goddamn machine

Yeah, I could break her
Motor
Break her, break me
Motor
Get rid of that
Motor
Goddamn machine
Motor
Yeah, I'm gonna break her
Motor
Think what you like
Motor
I fucking hate
Motor
His motor bike
Motor