He wore pants, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His bike that took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the whole region
He never combed his hair, he never washed
Fingernails full of grease but on his bicep he had
A tattoo with a blue heart on his pale skin
And right inside, it read, 'Mom I love you'
He had a girlfriend named Marie-Lou
People pitied her, a child her age
For everyone knew that above all else he loved
His b*tch of a bike much more
He wore pants, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His bike that took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the whole region
Poor Marie-Lou implored him, begged him
Said, 'Don't leave tonight, I'll cry if you go'
But the words were lost, and her tears as well
In the noise of the engine and the exhaust pipe
He leaped like a devil with flames in his eyes
At the railroad crossing, it was like a flash of fire
Against a locomotive speeding south
And when they cleared the wreckage
They found his pants, his motorcycle boots
His black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But nothing left of the bike and nothing of that demon
Who spread terror throughout the whole region