Come on, Elaine. You sure look good all draped in white
Come on, Elaine
I ran out of gas, but we'll stop at the Shell
My Alfa Romeo's parked on the right
Or we could catch that bus
I hear San Francisco's out of sight
Your mom foolishly messed with the sheets where we both sleep
And I know you really don't know me
Come on, Elaine.
It's fair to say we're both in for a ride
Come on, Elaine
I hear your refrain
It says your daddy's rich and your mama's a bitch
It's so hard when you got a scratch that you can't itch
You know I foolishly messed with the sheets where we both sleep
And I know you really don't know me
Aren't you tired of not being seen?
It's not too late for you, baby
Aren't you tired of not being seen?
It's not too late for you, baby
Come on, Elaine
We'll catch that bus down on PCH
I'm well aware now that this is very strange
It's not going to be easy
It's not going to be easy
