Traduzione del testo della canzone Bad Motorcycle - Tracey Ullman

Bad Motorcycle (originale)

I was on my way to school when a fellow I could meet
Took me by the hand and he told me I was sweet
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
As we walked down along he asked me for my phone
He told me his name and I told him the same
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Got on the jiving about a fling
He knew just what was happening
He had my heart just a pumping
But he was really saying something
He had my heart up on a shelf
Good he was really something else
I saw him and went home, sat down to wait
He called me at eight, not one minute late
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
I saw him and went home, sat down to wait
He called me at eight, not one minute late
And I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
Yes I knew by the way he smoked
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle
He was a bad motorcycle

Bad Motorcycle (traduzione)

Stavo andando a scuola quando ho potuto incontrare un compagno
Mi ha preso per mano e mi ha detto che ero dolce
E lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Sì, lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Mentre scendevamo, mi chiese il mio telefono
Mi ha detto il suo nome e io gli ho detto lo stesso
E lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Sì, lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Ho iniziato il jiving per un'avventura
Sapeva esattamente cosa stava succedendo
Aveva il mio cuore solo un battito
Ma stava davvero dicendo qualcosa
Aveva il cuore su uno scaffale
Bene, era davvero qualcos'altro
L'ho visto e sono andato a casa, mi sono seduto ad aspettare
Mi ha chiamato alle otto, non con un minuto di ritardo
E lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Sì, lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
L'ho visto e sono andato a casa, mi sono seduto ad aspettare
Mi ha chiamato alle otto, non con un minuto di ritardo
E lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Sì, lo sapevo dal modo in cui fumava
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto
Era una brutta moto