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