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      brief instrumental interlude      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 indian and the smoke from his exhaust      spoken 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 sung 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