 Well, along comes a motorcycle Very much to my surprise I said, officer, was I speeding? I couldn't see his eyes He said, no, you weren't speeding And he felt where his gun was hung He said, lady, you were screaming At the top of your lung And you were doing it alone You were doing it alone You were screaming in your car In the 20-mile zone You were doing it alone You were doing it alone You were screaming