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 Yeahhe can play with his machine Night or dayrain or shine Looks at her shapenot at mine I'm not complaining I think it's neat Yeahhe can play with his machine But all he's speaking and all he sees Is just his motor bikenot me NoI won't let it get to me Can't stop thinking of his goddamn machine Motor Motor Motor Take that lady coasting west Ride his motor over the edge YeahI could break her Break herbreak me But get rid of that goddamn machine YeahI could break her Break herbreak me Get rid of that goddamn machine YesI'm gonna break her Think what you live I fucking hate his motor bike