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 th E 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 th D 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 youll find me lopin
Where the spaces are wide open,
In the land of the old a.e.c. (yea-hah!)
Where the scenerys attractive,
And the air is radioactive,
Oh, the wild west is where I wanna be.
Mid the sagebrush and the cactus,
Ill watch the fellas practice
Droppin bombs through the clean desert breeze.
Ill have on my sombrero,
And of course Ill wear a pair o Levis over my lead b.v.d.s.
Ah will leave the citys rush,
Leave the fancy and the plush,
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds.
Ah will seek the deserts hush,
Where the scenery is lush,
How I long to see the mush-
Room clouds.
mid the yuccas and the thistles
Ill watch the guided missiles,
While the old f.b.i. watches me. (yea-hah!)
Yes, Ill soon make my appearance
(soon as I can get my clearance),
cause the wild west is where I wanna be.