Wig in a Box
	On nights, like this When the worlds 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 And then it's time to punch the clock I put on some make-up Turn on the tape deck And put the wig back on my head Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Minight checkout the queen Until I head home And I put myself to bed Ii 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 make-up Some LaVern Baker I'm pulling the wig down form the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Behive 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 perfume magazines Wear it up, let it down This is the besy way that I found To be the best you've ever seen I put on some make-up (oh oh) Turn on the 8-track I'm pulling the wig down form the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss. Farrah Fawcett from TV Uuntil I wake up And I turn back to myself Shag bi-level Bob Dorothy Hamill do Sausage curl, chicken wings It's all becasue of you With your blow dried feather backed Toni home wave too Flip, Flow, Fizz, Flop It's all because of you It's all because of you (okay everybody) I put on some make-up Turn on the 8 track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm this punk rock star Of Stange and screen and Ii ain't ever I'm never turning back