Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots - Vaughn Monroe

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