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