Way Out West
MARY MCCASLIN
I think I'm going to California
Visions of skin covered in roses
I'm so happy I got blond
Watch the sun till its black
Take your friends made of paper
Hold them over a match
[Chorus]
I'm letting the good times roll
I'm down in the rabbit hole
I've got a Mexican radio
Me and my rubber soul
It's just my nineteenth nervous breakdown
Some girls in rehabilitation
Well its just like a movie
As a matter of fact
I'm gonna get me an army
Dress all your men up in black
[Chorus]