I have a major motorcycle,
It’s called a Marley 101,
It does not really go any place,
It just looks like I’m having fun,

I have never gotten it even started,
I never heard its majestic engine purr,
But, after coming home late from the beer garden,
It’s sight is a beautiful though silent blur,

Someday soon I’ll be a humming,
Down the street on my Marley 101,
Then the jealousy of other guys,
Will make a backdrop as the girls come.