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 want to, I was thinkin', would you care.
 
 [Chorus]
 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 through 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 want to, 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 want to, 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?