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 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 his 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 'cycle that took off like a gun And they never found the terror of Highway 101