Rollin?along Pacific Coast Highway—
Bummin?along to my radio.
Saw a blond hitchin?my way;
Rolled up and said «How far do you wanna go?»
She抎 been hummin? thumbin? hitchin?and wishin?br> For a good day on Pacific Coast Highway.
Looked in at me; and when I could see her,
She seemed to be somebody I ought to know.
Opened the door; sat down beside me.
Then with a roar, we started to roll.
She抎 been hummin? thumbin? hitchin?and wishin?br> For a good day on Pacific Coast Highway.
Looked like a swan, but brown as Chuck Berry—
A summer抯 dawn, yeah, light as a fairy.
We got to town; she said her name was Mary.
She抎 been hit, she抎 been whipped,
She抎 been hummin? she抯 been bummin?all her life.
(On the highway—On and on)
(On the highway—On and on)