Along the trail you'll find me lopin'

Where the spaces are wide open,

In the land of the old A.E.C. Yee-hoo!

Where the scenery's attractive,

And the air is radioactive,

Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be.



'Mid the sagebrush and the cactus

I'll watch the fellows practice

Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. A-ha!

I'll have on my sombrero,

And of course I'll wear a pair o'

Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s.



I will leave the city's rush,

Leave the fancy and the plush,

Leave the snow and leave the slush

And the crowds.

I will seek the desert's hush,

Where the scenery is lush,

How I long to see the mush-room clouds.



'Mid the yuccas and the thistles

I'll watch the guided missiles,

While the old F.B.I. watches me. Yee-hoo!

Yes, I'll soon make my appearance

(Soon as I can get my clearance),

'Cause the Wild West is where I wanna be.