WetLeather Motorcycle Rider Information

Black Darien Jacket and Tall Wesco Boots

Words and Music, by golly (with apologies to Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller)


He wore a black Darien jacket, and tall Wesco boots,
And a heated Gerbing vest with reflect tape on the back,
He had a BMW, that was polished more than run,
The fool commuted daily, on highway 101.

Well he never shaved his faced, though he always styled his hair,
He had triple mocha latte underneath his fingernails,
On the muscle of his arm was an encrypted tattoo,
Of favorite UNIX passwords and one Windows password too.

He had a pretty girlfriend, whose name was Bubba Joan,
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest,
Cause he was a Cabana Boy with duties bound to do,
And he loved than doggone BMW best.

He wore a black Darien jacket, and tall Wesco boots,
And a heated Gerbing vest with reflect tape on the back,
He had a BMW, that was polished more than run,
The fool commuted daily, on highway 101.

Bubba Joan, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not leave,
She said, "If you ride Iron Butt I've a feeling I might grieve,
But her tears were were shed in vain, and her point was mostly lost,
In the faint sulphuric odor of cat-converted clean exhaust.

He took off like a poser, there was Rain-X in his eyes,
He said "I'll make Bun Burner Gold, before the sun can rise",
But he hit a hybrid Prius that was California bound,
And a cloud of smoky sparks was all they found.

They found his black Darien jacket, and tall Wesco boots,
And a smoking Gerbing jacket, with Prius batteries shorted black,
But they never found the Beemer, or the toasted buns,
Of that fool commuting daily, on highway 101.

:-)