Rebecca

Rebecca - Albert Hammond

Get you brushing your hair with the wind

Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive

Oh I got a five-minute rush

From you in your faded blue jeans

How many years is it you've been alive

Oh I'll take a guess Rebecca

Could it be eighteen nineteen or so

Ooh Rebecca will I ever know

No way where would I fit in your life

What would you do with a man without change

Too strange and too poor to be trusted

Rusted a couple of times

Shaken a bit by the years on the road

And the women I've known

Rebecca you'd have liked the name I gave to you

Ooh Rebecca if you only knew

Go home

To your father's friends

Straight sons

To your mother's friends

Sweet ones

To those families

Well-to-do and so well-established

And one day you might wake up to a shock girl

What has it come to this sensible life

The wife of a fool

Rebecca reading magazines in a chic salon

Ooh Rebecca Where's Rebecca gone