ARIZONA
Mark Lindsay


She must belong to San Francisco 
She must've lost her way 
Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day 
She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And colours of green and grey 
And all you can do is laugh at her 
Doesn't anybody know how to pray? 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Mmm, Strip off your pride 
You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child 
And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint 

Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 

(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE) 

Follow me up to San Francisco 
I will be guide, your way 
I'll be the Count of Monte Christo 
You'll be the Countess May 
And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And rolling the ball in the hay 
And I will be reading you an Aesopīs fable 
Anything to make you stay 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, get off your eight ball blues 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shades [fades by the end]