There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud’s index
'Cause he loved his mother
I’ll always love my mama
She’s my favorite girl
I’ll always love my mama
She brought me in this world
M is for the many things she gave me
O is for the only one who cared
A B C, It’s easy as
1 2 3, as simple as
do re mi, A B C, 1 2 3
baby you and me girl
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I’m just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine
…
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
So long, Mom, I’m off to drop the bomb
So don’t wait up for me
But as you swelter down there in your shelter
You can see me on your TV
God sends his spaceships to America the beautiful
They land at six o’clock and there we are, the dutiful
Eating from TV trays
Tuned into Happy Days
Waiting for World War III while Jesus slaves
To the mating calls of lawyers in love
I’m hiding in Honduras
I’m a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
The jig is up, the news is out, they’ve finally found me
The renegade who had it made, retrieved for a bounty
Nevermore to go astray
This’ll be the end today of the wanted man
If a man ever needed dying he did
No one had a right to say what he said about you
And it’s so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law is coming
I’ve been so tired of running
Indiana wants me, Lord I can’t go back there
Indiana wants me, Lord I can’t go back there
I wish I had you, to talk to
The newborn hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Well, East Coast girls are hip; I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk, they knock me out when I’m down there
The Midwest farmer’s daughters really make you feel all right
And the Northern girls, with the way they kiss, they keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be California girls
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Well
The Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia’s always on
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my mind
Maybe I didn’t love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel, oh, second best (you did, you did)
Girl, I’m sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Georgia, Georgia
The whole day through (the whole day through)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died