Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side. Thinkin' I'm the devil's 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, Woah! 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. Wond'ring 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? (x3)