On nights like this when
the world's a bit amiss and the lights
go down across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had I feel on the verge of going mad
and then it's time to punch the clock
I put on some make-up and
turn up the tape deck and pull the wig down
on my head suddenly
I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen until
I head home and put myself to bed
I look back on where I'm from look at the woman
I've become and the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks a gift-
wrapped wig still in the box of towering
velveteen.
I put on some make-up and some
LaVern Baker and pull the wig down from the shelf Suddenly
I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until
I wake up And turn back to myself Some girls
they have natural ease
they wear it any way
they please with their French flip curls and
perfumed magazines Wear it up Let it down
This is the best way that I've found to be
the best you've ever seen
I put on some make-up and turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly
I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV until
I wake up and turn back to myself Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hammil do, Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you With your blow
dried, feather back, Toni home wave, too
flip, fro, frizz, flop,
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
I put on some make-up turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly
I'm this punk rock star of stage and screen and
I ain't never I'm never turning back