Black Denim Trousers & Motorcycle Boots

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
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 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
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 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
 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