The site shown above is RealAudio, which isn't working on my computer so I thought I'd go ahead and post the lyrics. This is from memory, a friend wrote them out for me a year or so ago when I was leading an open sing with "clothing" as the topic. But of course I can't locate the paper with the words... - Rita Ferrara

CHORUS: 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'

Oh, 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."
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Oh, he had a little girlfriend and her name was Mary Lou,
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest.
And everybody pitied her, cause everybody knew
He loved that dog-gone motor cycle best.
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Oh, Mary Lou she pleaded and she begged him not to leave,
But he said "I'll make five hundred miles before the sun goes down."
But he met a screamin' diesel that was California bound,
and when they cleared the wreckage all they found -

LAST CHORUS: Were his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
and the black leather jacket with the eagle on the back.'
But they never found the cycle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of highway 101.'