“The grand dam’s gone!” the young girl cries.

[Passengers respond]:
“She clearly wasn’t on the train! SHE lies!!
Bitch is a psy-cho, flipped’s her mind!”
Some more the train roams; the old gal she finds.

Finds, finds, finds—chick’s satisfied.
Rides, rides, rides—Hitch ’n’ the rides.

There are two strangers on a train,
And one starts pouring out his plan insane.
Hitch digs the rides, hittin’ his stride.
He used the leitmo-tif of the train ride.

Rides, train rides, Hitch digs the rides.
Rides, rides, rides, Hitch ’n’ the rides.

Long distance comes uncle to stay;
He had killed lonely widows, but one day. . .
Killed on a ride, killed just outside—
From the train he’s thrown—nasty way to’ve died.

Died, died, died, killed on a ride.
Likes trains rides, Hitch digs the rides.

Ice blonde goes up to see her guy.
The train enters a tunnel—you know why!
Dick in a bride, dick in a slide.
And that train is long—“Sig”nals they’re astride.

’stride, ’stride, ’stride, chick is astride
Guy; smiles guy—dick’s in a slide.
Rides, rides, rides chick; he’s astride,
Rides, rides, rides—hittin’ his stride.
Rides, rides, rides—Hitch ’n’ the rides!