She must belong to San Francisco

She must have lost her way

Postin’ a poster of Poncho and Cisco

One California day

She said she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood

And colours of green and grey

And all you can do is laugh at her

Doesn't anybody know how to pray?



Arizona, take off your rainbow shades

Arizona, have another look at the world

My myyy

Arizona, cut off your Indian braids

Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way



Mmmm strip off your pride you’re acting like a teeny-bopper run away child

And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint

Arizona, take off your hobo shoes

Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way



(Instrumental)



Follow me up to San Francisco

I will be guide your way

I'll be the Count of Monte Cristo

You'll be the Countess May

And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood and rolling the ball in the hay

And I will be reading you an Aesop's fable

Anything to make you stay-ay-ay



Arizona, take off your rainbow shades

Arizona, have another look at the world, my my

Arizona, cut off your Indian braids

Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way



Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes

Arizona, have another look at the world, my my

Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues

Arizona, hey won'tcha go my way



Come on, hey, Arizona, take off your rainbow shades