An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
He said, how ya doin bro?
Where ya been?
Where ya goin'?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
[Whiny person:] "Have a nice day, hehe"
A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
Jump, says Yoko Ono
I'm too scared and too good looking, I cried
Go on, she says
Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
[Child:] "And mother wants you."
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
[Child:] "Shane."
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
[Child:] "Shane..."
The bitch said something mystical
(Herro)
So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhikingFrom the Album:
* Contraband
We'(ve) been friends for a long term run
Shared the goods & we shared the fun
But it's true that nobody knows
& no one can tell
Why in heaven do these moments come
Yeah, who in heaven lets these moments come
When the truth gets twisted
& somebody's ringin' hell's bell
Yeah we seen some high times
And it's too bad 1's always sad
You got 10 seconds baby & then I'm gone
Gimme one reason for stayin' home
refrein:
Time's up, I hope you make a million
And have a lot of pretty children
But this is my song gotta say solong
I'm always hopin' for the best in life
I try to put it right between my lines
But somehow you been missin' the clues
& you got me feelin' used
Yeah, we seen some high times
There's more to come, where they come from
You got 10 seconds baby & then I'm gone
Gimme one reason for hangin' on
refrein:
Time's up, I hope you make a million
And have a lot of pretty children
And this is my song gotta say solong
Time's up, I hope you get the picture
For your case, there ain't no cure
I'll be free and you'll be fine
Time's up, I hope you make a million
And have a lot of pretty children
But this is my song gotta say solong
Time's up
So long, bye, bye
Time's up