It starts in early winter
When tell-tale signs emerge
Like a biker’s thumb upon his head
While singing these strange words

Del Rio Del Rio nana na na
na nana na na

The tune is soon a chorus
And the kindred urge - a plan
High Rollers meet and it’s off we go
To invade that sunny land

The pack becomes a unit
Being molded mile on mile
By curve and hill and strength of will
Till it makes the riders smile

Del Rio Del Rio nana na na
na nana na na

With a voice of distant thunder
Like the storms of early spring
The Harleys bark and rumble
While the whispering Hondas sing

This coed pack’s a wonder
Hey lads - is this an omen?

There’s only three of bearded kind
While five of eight are woe-men

Del Rio Del Rio nana na na
na nana na na

We crossed Los Rio - downed Jose
Did damage to our liver
Then west to "Langtry" and Judge Bean’s court
And threw rocks in the Pecos River

Oh we’ll go again - come next spring
And the only reason given
It’s a place to ride - and ride like hell
But you know - it feels like heaven

Del Rio Del Rio nana na na
na nana na na