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His big hit with them in 1955 (made it to #6)
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 Ive got a feeling if you ride tonight Ill
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 Ill 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 couldnt find the cicle that took off like a
gun
And they never found the terror of High way 1 oh 1
Edith Piaf covered it too-en Francois!
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