It's recording, clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses as I step into the sun
I know I did something, Lord, what could it be?
Woke up in the morning and all my friends hate me

She got the eye of Fatima in the wall of his room
Three bottles of Tequila, three cats and a broom
He got a fifteen year old angel and she's all dressed in black
He got fifteen bindle's of cocaine tied up in a sack

This here's a government experiment and we're drivin' like hell
We'll get some cowboys on acid and stay in motels
We gonna eat up some wide open spaces like it was the top of the Nile
The hands on the clock are gonna be here a while

An eye of eye of Fatima in the wall of the hotel room
And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons
No one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right
Just stay in the hotel room, stay up all night

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Writer(s): BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, ERIC WILSON, GEORGE GERSHWIN, MARSHALL RAYMOND GOODMAN