Was ridin along side the highway rollin up

The country side

Thinkin I'm the devils heatwave what you burn

In your crazy mind

Saw a slight distraction standin by the road;

She was smilin there yellow in her hair;

Do you wanna I was thinkin would you care

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

We could make music at the greasy king

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Cruisin on thru the junction I'm flyin bout

The speed of sound

Noticin peculiar function I ain't no roller

Coaster show me down

I turned away to see her woa she caught my eye

But I was rollin down movin too fast;

Do you wanna she was thinkin can it last

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

We could make music at the greasy king

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Was busted up along the highway I'm the

Saddest ridin fool alive

Wondring if you're goin in my way won't you

Give a poor boy a ride

Here she comes a ridin lord she's flyin high

But she was rollin down movin too fast;

Do you wanna she was thinkin can I last

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

We could make music at the greasy king

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

We could make music at the greasy king

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

We could make music at the greasy king

Sweet hitch-a-hiker

Won't you ride on my fast machine