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
Feel on the verge
of going mad
Then it's time
to punch the clock
I put on some makeup
Turn up the tape deck
And pull the wig back
on my head
Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest
Midnight checkout queen
Until I head home
And I 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
The gift-wrapped
wig still in the box
Of towering velveteen
I put on some makeup
Some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down
from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss
Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And I turn back
to myself
Some girls they got
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 makeup
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 I turn back
to myself
Shag bi-level bob
Dorothy Hamill 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
Okay everybody
Put on some makeup
Turn on 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