Lyric The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be

Now if I may indulge in a bit of personal history, a few years ago I worked for a while at the Los Alamos scientific laboratory in New Mexico. I had a job there as a spy. No, I guess you know that the staff out there at that time was composed almost exclusively of spies... of one persuasion or another. And, while I was out there, I came to realize how much the Wild West had changed since the good old days of Wyatt Earp and Home on the Range, and here then is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be.

Along the trail you ll find me lopin
Where the spaces are wide open,
In the land of the old A.E.C. (yea-hah!)
Where the scenery s attractive,
And the air is radioactive,
Oh, the wild west is where I wanna be.

Mid the sagebrush and the cactus,
I ll watch the fellas practice
Droppin bombs through the clean desert breeze.
I ll have on my sombrero,
And of course I ll wear a pair o
Levis over my lead B.V.D. s.

Ah will leave the city s rush,
Leave the fancy and the plush,
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds.
Ah will seek the desert s hush,
Where the scenery is lush,
How I long to see the mush-
room clouds.

Mid the yuccas and the thistles
I ll watch the guided missiles,
While the old F.B.I. watches me. (yea-hah!)
Yes, I ll soon make my appearance
(Soon as I can get my clearance),
Cause the wild west is where I wanna be.