Tell your Daddy and your Mama too.
You got something better to do.
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 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.
You're 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!