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