Make my hazy way to the party Back-packed girl's bike-flaggin my view. Take my turn at the tap in the back yard This bud's made for a rendezvous. Ooh-ooh she's tired, too. Short and sleek and bouncy in the seat With a rack strapped onto the handlebars. She could pedal-push me up Good Luck Street; She could hand-brake my runaway heart. Ooh ooh she's tired, too. Do you think she rides that thing to school? Chained to spoken words we meet So my pick-up line it can't be weak 'Cause it's lookin like we could be in for rain. She's got a bicycle and I've got a truck. She's got a bicycle and I've got a truck. My best time on a hundred mile track is Two beers underneath and Indiana hour. If she tells me she's never been to Mexico Oh oh oh I could go there now And my, my that girl can ride. How'd you guess she's likely to decide? When I tell her: "We could leave your bike untouched, Beneath that bush beside my truck Or we could load it up and take a ride." She's got a bicycle and I've got a truck. She's got a bicycle and I've got a truck