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 radioactive
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

Ah will leave the city's rush
Leave the fancy and the plush
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds
Ah 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, 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.
