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
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
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's still in the
box
Of towering velveteen
I put on some
make-up
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
From 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 make-up
Turn on 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 curl, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow dried, feather backed
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
I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock
Star
Of stage and screen
And I ain't ever
I'm never turning
back
