Along the trail you'll find me lopin' Where the spaces are wide open, In the land of the old A.E.C. (yea-hah!) Where the scenery's attractive, And the air is radio-active, Oh, the wild west is where I wanna be. Mid the sagebrush and the cactus, I'll watch the fellas practice Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. 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, bB7 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. (yea-hah!) Yes, I'll soon make my appearance (soon as I can get my clearance), 'cause the wild west is where I wanna be.