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.
Well see the world through my Harley.
Well get matching jackets and helmets too. Well get respect from
The towns we ride through. Well sleep at the roadside in the soft
Green grass and if the squares walk by well let them pass. you'll
Be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama. Well see the world
Through my Harley.

And maybe in a year or two, well have a little one, shell look just
Like you. Well add on a sidecar, electric guitar. Well 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.
Well see the world through my Harley. Well see the world through
My Harley. Well see the world through my Harley if the chain don't break!