Motorcycle Mama

Tell your daddy and your mama too
you got something better to do don’t stick around the house the rest of your life
you’re eighteen — you can do what you like
You’ll be the queen of my highway
my motorcycle mama
we’ll see the world from my Harley
We’ll get matching jackets and helmets too
we’ll get respect from the towns we ride through
we’ll sleep at the roadside in the soft green grass
and if the squares walk by we’ll let them pass
You’ll be the queen of my highway
my motorcycle mama
we’ll see the world from my Harley
And maybe in a year or two
we’ll have a little one — she’ll look just like you
we’ll add on a sidecar, electric guitar
we’ll be a trio — the baby makes three, oh!
Tell your daddy and your mama too
you’ve got something better to do don’t stick around the house the rest of your life
you’re eighteen — you can be my wife
You’ll be the queen of my highway
my motorcycle mama
we’ll see the world from my Harley
If the chain don’t break!