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