There's an old shack
Near a dirt-track
Where aging rock stars go
And reminisce.
Then take a p***
And sing kinda slow
There's a taverna.
With a bunsen burner.
Where they'd cook their beans.
And remember
The old West and how things used to be
Singing
California and bat guano.
And beating up the new kid in town
And eating beans in some hacienda
And taking your trousers down.
And desperadoes and bat guano.
And making out with Jesse James
And eating dogs and killing indians 'Cos they had dumb names.
And mountain passes.
And sore a****
And going outside for a leak.
And getting shot at
In the john and.
Not washing for a week.
But now the dirt-track's
Full of cadillacs.
It's a freeway in a smokeless zone.
And the taverna's a McDonald's
And my friends are answer-phones.
And there's a country.
Up a gumtree.
Called the U S of A
And there's an a******
In the White House
And we long for those bygone days... of.
California and bat guano
And sleeping with your horse.
And killing dogs and eating indians
And being an a****** of course.
Desperadoes and bat guano
And singing harmony-y-y-y-y-y-y.
I'm just a cowboy with a guitar.
Oh what's to become of me
California and bat guano. Got the better of me. I'm a desperado
I'm a desperado 'Cos there's bat guano.
All over me.
Dead cicada
Near a dirt-track
Where aging rock stars go
And reminisce.
Then take a p***
And sing kinda slow
There's a taverna.
With a bunsen burner.
Where they'd cook their beans.
And remember
The old West and how things used to be
Singing
California and bat guano.
And beating up the new kid in town
And eating beans in some hacienda
And taking your trousers down.
And desperadoes and bat guano.
And making out with Jesse James
And eating dogs and killing indians 'Cos they had dumb names.
And mountain passes.
And sore a****
And going outside for a leak.
And getting shot at
In the john and.
Not washing for a week.
But now the dirt-track's
Full of cadillacs.
It's a freeway in a smokeless zone.
And the taverna's a McDonald's
And my friends are answer-phones.
And there's a country.
Up a gumtree.
Called the U S of A
And there's an a******
In the White House
And we long for those bygone days... of.
California and bat guano
And sleeping with your horse.
And killing dogs and eating indians
And being an a****** of course.
Desperadoes and bat guano
And singing harmony-y-y-y-y-y-y.
I'm just a cowboy with a guitar.
Oh what's to become of me
California and bat guano. Got the better of me. I'm a desperado
I'm a desperado 'Cos there's bat guano.
All over me.
Dead cicada