He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots

And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back

He had a hopped-up 'cicle 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 imbedded 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 and 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 'cicle 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 shed in vain and her every word was lost

In the rumble of an engine and the smoke from his exhaust



: Then he took off like the Devil and there was fire in his eyes!! He

said "I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise." But he hit a screamin' 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 couldn't find the 'cicle that took off like a gun

And they never found the terror of High way 1 oh 1