Two bikes speed down an April lane Two Mikes off to meet two Janes Flecks of mud stain their good clothes Two specks of dust on an open road With change Change With change at their door I see Tina there in her acid-washed jeans Teasing her hair, a living, breathing dream She looks on as the boys blow on by Then she is gone with a wink of an eye Change Change Yes, she'll change forevermore Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da Well, I wish you family, a husband, a wife I wish you charity, a Tina, a Mike But it's getting late, or so it would seem I guess I'll escape into some other scene With change Change With change at my door Change Change Change forevermore