He wore black denim trousers

And motorcycle boots

And a black leather jacket

With an eagle on the back



He had a hopped up cycle

That took off like a gun

That fool was the terror

Of Highway 101



Well, he never washed his face

And he never combed his hair

He had axle grease embedded

Underneath his fingernails



On the muscle of his arm

Was a red tattoo

A picture of a heart

Saying Mother, I love you



He had a pretty girlfriend

By the name of Mary Lou

But he treated her just like

He treated all the rest



And everybody pitied her

Cause everybody knew

He loved that

Doggone motorcycle best



He wore black denim trousers

And motorcycle boots

And a black leather jacket

With an eagle on the back



He had a hopped up cycle
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That took off like a gun

That fool was the terror

Of Highway 101



Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded

And she begged him not to leave

She said I've got a feeling

If you ride tonight, I'll grieve



But her tears were she'd in vain

And her every word was lost

In the rumble of his engine

And the smoke from his exhaust



He took off like the devil

There was fire in his eyes

He said I'll go a thousand miles

Before the sun can rise



But he hit a screaming diesel

That was California bound

And when they cleared the wreckage

All they found



Was his black denim trousers

And motorcycle boots

And a black leather jacket

With an eagle on the back



But they couldnt find the cycle

That took off like a gun

And they never found the terror

Of Highway 101

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