I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up
 [bad word] 
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the [bad word] are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before? [bad word] round, around the hard way
Bring [bad word] in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home