Met 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, how will I fit in your life? How could you live with a man without change? Too strange and too poor to be trusted Busted 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 friend's straight sons To your mother's friend's sweet ones To the families, so 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?