[Verse 1: Roger McGuinn]
L.A.'s asleep, you roll up your window
The night air is cold, the freeway is clear
In a green Gucci bag are you prized possessions
The jewels of your mind to hold back the fear

[Chorus]
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill

[Verse 2: with Roger McGuinn]
The driveway is long, your princess is lovely
And the servants all wait for your knock on the door
How many years will you crawl through this castle
So satisfied, and still wanting more

[Chorus]
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill
Yeah

[Verse 3: Roger McGuinn with Tom Petty]
The guests have arrived with all the right faces
But you miss the ball in that room down the hall
It's sunrise again, the driveway is empty
The crystal is cracked, there's blood on the wall
[Chorus]
And when Monday comes 'round, there's a high, lonesome sound
And she follows you down for the kill
And a white, blinding light makes it all seem so right
And you feel like the king of the hill

[Outro]
Yeah, you feel like the king of the hill
Oh, you feel like the king of the hill