Tell your Daddy and your Mama too. You got something better to do.
Stick around the house the rest of your life. Your eighteen you can
do what you like. You'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama.
We'll see the world through 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
through 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 got something better to do.
Stick around the house the rest of your life. Your eighteen you can
be my wife. You'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama.
We'll see the world through my Harley. We'll see the world through
my Harley. We'll see the world through my Harley if the chain don't break
