HITCHCOCKIAN

way back when i was younger
and my own car, i did lack
though it was a bitch
i would try to hitch
just to get around and back

i'd hit the sidewalk, walking
and my thumb, i would unfurl
though i had no rack
sometimes from the back
i would look just like a girl

so guys would slow down often
cause to pick up girls was swell
when they saw my mug
how their eyes would bug
they'd accelerate like hell

but at times, they'd be embarrassed
and they'd stop to give a lift
then i'd hit the seat
and the driver, greet
as in first gear, they would shift

there were times when stopping drivers
weighing options, wouldn't duck
they would turn their head
and slyly said
would you like to make a buck ?

i would always say politely
i'm quite flattered, don't you see
but i have to say
i am not gay
though i'm glad you're helping me

well, i once went clear to oregon
from my home down in LA
with a friend of mine
moving down the line
so i joined him on his way

on the edge of sacramento
for nine hours we did sit
when we got a ride
it was cool inside
it was great to ride a bit

so now i own a car, it's true
no longer have to hitch
i must explain
it was quite a pain
but yet i feel an itch

for i had some grand adventures
and a sense of liberty
i miss the bouts
with my thumb thrown out
when i was young and free