An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on its stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand

He said
How ya doin', brother?
Where ya been? Where ya goin'?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone (have a nice day!)

A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Brakes and makes a U and idles back
To take a second look at you

You flex your rod (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 was standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
Jump, said 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?
(And mother wants you)

Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over?
(Shane!)
(The body on the plain)

Did you understand the music, Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
(Shane!)
The bitch said something mystical
So I stepped back on the curb again, whoa

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