King Of The Hill (Early take (with Roger McGuinn)—November 23, 1987)

[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