Hitchhike H.D. loves to hitchhike So obsessed like I love rocking a mike Dressed to impress with a buttlevel skirt Bosom up when she stands beside the turf She's posing, they're scoping, men try To rope in – engines slow and doors all open Used to tell her that ain't the way to go H.D. wants to go H.D. high and mighty low Ain't from this world, she's so naive Can't tell the difference between a sleeze and a Ph.D, Gee! Like a leaf, young and greeny The body forgets the mind, it's so tasty For the goat that roams, for the sin that's old Expecially when it hops up and down the road One day she did the same route routine She thumbed to the west, they came from the east-scene Both beardsmen, she thought they were clean Appearances are deceptive, if you know what I mean A slambam, a sandwich, a lovelace hardcore Made hitchhike H.D. never hitchhike no more I told her so!