Was ridin along side the highway, rollin up the country side.
Thinkin Im 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.
Chorus:
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the greasy king.
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
Wont you ride on my fast machine?
Cruisin on thru the junction, Im flyin bout the speed of sound,
Noticin peculiar function, I aint 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.
Chorus
Was busted up along the highway, Im the saddest ridin fool alive.
Wondring if youre goin in my way, wont you give a poor boy a ride?
Here she comes a ridin, lord, shes flyin high.
But she was rollin down, movin too fast;
Do you wanna, she was thinkin can I last.
