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 its 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 Im Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed
I look back on where Im from
Look at the woman Ive become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
The gift wrapped wigs 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 Im 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 Ive found
To be the best youve ever seen
I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight-track
Im pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly Im 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
Its all because of you
With your blow dried, feather backed
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro , frizz, flop
Its all because of you
Its all because of you
Its all because of you
(okay...everybody...)
I put on some make-up
Turn on the eight track
Im pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly Im this Punk Rock Star
Of stage and screen
And I aint ever
Im never turning back