Rebeccca Lyrics - It Never Rains In Southern California - Albert Hammond

It Never Rains in Southern California 

Rebecca 

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?